Growing Up and Out
10 Things I No Longer Believe About Myself If you think it’s too hard to change, remember – you once wore diapers. Here’s my list of beliefs that have gone the way of pull-ups, purple hair and footie pajamas. (Ok, maybe the footie pajamas are still around ;)) 1. A shy girl can’t do…
Disturbance
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. – William Shakespeare in Hamlet My teacher used to tell a story about living in a yurt with an outhouse. Each time he would go to the bathroom, upon opening the door, he would destroy the intricate spider web built by the…
Fear, My Frenemy
This post is a part of the Summit Blog Tour, which leads up to the Soul*Full Summit hosted by Catherine Just. I’m thrilled to be a part of an event that empowers entrepreneurs, artists and creatives to take action toward their dreams while helping create more opportunities for people with Down syndrome. You can join…
Body of Mine
I was a chubby child, an anorexic teenager, fitness-obsessed in my 20s, and Mama in my 30s. The yoga body with which I entered my 40s quickly expanded to accommodate the grief which would be my predominant emotion for many years. Now, I’m carried around in a body struggling to get back to the vision…
Resisting Impulse
“There is perhaps no psychological skill more fundamental than resisting impulse. It is the root of all emotional self-control, since all emotions, by their very nature, led to one or another impulse to act.” Daniel Goleman Daniel Goleman, who wrote the groundbreaking book Emotional Intelligence, purports that it is some other psychological assessment, other…
Secondhand Enlightenment
My best friend started losing his hair. During the two decades we’ve known each other, his hair has been a constant source of concern for him, but recently the process accelerated. In response, he lopped it all off. The odd thing is that I’ve also noticed a shift in his personality to accompany his new…
Teachers in All Forms
The mother, yelling at her children, is my teacher. The couple, out to dinner, who hardly look at each other, are my teachers. My ex-husband, in unexpected acts of kindness, is my teacher. My daughter, mirroring my impatience and laziness, is my teacher. The traffic jam, on a day I’ve tried to fit in too…
Moving On Up…
I moved. Did you hear? I’ve been whining about it on any platform I had access to. For as long as I can remember, moving has been a source of irrational stress and anxiety for me. I know, it’s on the list of the top 10 traumas, but I always thought it couldn’t quite compare…
Trust
I recently visited Sedona, Arizona for the first time in over 10 years. I only had one free day during my time there and decided to hike around the spiritually infused red rocks. Considering I was 7 months pregnant the last time I attempted one of the many climbs of the area, I did not…