I hear the phrase holding space a lot these days. I do. It’s literally everywhere I look. Now, I’ll admit that this might have something to do with algorithms or whatever the interwebs do these days to connect our words and our Google searches and our deepest desires. I’m sure that’s part of it, but… Continue reading Excuse me, but you’re in my space.
Tag: mental-health
Bring on 2025.
There is something magical about a chance to start over. As humans, particularly in the United States, I think we’ve created a paradigm where there are prescribed points in life where it’s more or less acceptable. This is not to say that you cannot start over at other junctures. People do. It’s just that when… Continue reading Bring on 2025.
Try, try again.
My brain is so full right now, that it’s hard to know where to start. There is just so much going on. The murder of an insurance company CEO, the fight to eliminate vaccines, the Wicked movie, the TIME cover, wildfires. My brain is quite literally filled to the brim with information. And I have… Continue reading Try, try again.
Autowalking.
I had a trusted colleague ask me today why I’ve stayed in a particularly unbearable situation for as long as I have. The question was not critical or assumptive. It was plainly asked with an air of naked curiosity. “Oh, I don’t know,” I replied, “I think I just always thought I didn’t deserve better.”… Continue reading Autowalking.
Turf Your Gratitude.
There is a house in my neighborhood that installed turf instead of planting grass. For some time, I’ve run past it and felt something. Uncomfortable, maybe. Itchy. I’ve told myself not to look at it, like avoiding the flattened, rotting carcasses of small animals who have been the victims of cars driving too fast to… Continue reading Turf Your Gratitude.
Getting Lost.
Dedicated to John, a mentor and dear friend. Someone I care for a great deal lost someone they care for a great deal recently. I will not tell that story. I will tell another story. And, I want to start in a rather strange place. That phrase I just wrote. Just typed. Lost. I’ve heard… Continue reading Getting Lost.
My Bad.
This opener is going to sound outrageously unoriginal, but bear with me. Please. I heard a story recently about a woman who discovered infidelity in her marriage. I’m not going to share too much in the way of details. I’m just going to share that she decided (which is her own, very personal decision), not… Continue reading My Bad.
Intoku.
I met someone recently that invited me to explore the concept of intoku. When I looked up what intoku meant, I found a few definitions with a common theme: good done in secret, specifically the act of doing good secretly, for its own sake. Has a similar feel to altruism, but not quite. I had… Continue reading Intoku.
Little Bites of Feeling.
I was talking to one of my closest friends a few weeks ago and I shared an experience that I recently had and my conclusion that I am not certain there are any normal single guys out there in my age bracket. Of course, I qualified this statement with the notion that I’m not exactly… Continue reading Little Bites of Feeling.
Sundress, Fun Dress.
I am going to be honest- I really did not want to write about the 130 pound sundress scandal. I didn’t. Even thinking about writing about it twisted me into knots. There is so much about this viral “story” that disgusts me and then there are all the bits that poke at the insecure parts… Continue reading Sundress, Fun Dress.
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