I’m sinking. I’ve been sinking for a while, if I’m honest. Probably since before I began this blog, a little over four years ago. Likely since childhood. Life works in ups and downs for us all, with a few peaceful patches, a surprisingly large number of dangerous squalls, and a handful of downright maelstroms. I’ve…
When I mentioned to WonderAunty that Dana’s latest link-up required me to list the ways I’m quirky, she grinned a glinty-eyed kind of grin (the kind I often grin), and she laughed under her breath. It was the kind of glinty-eyed grin I could have taken affront to (had I not known that she loves…
I wish I’d known…and with that, I bite my lip, downcast and suddenly unsure of myself, uncertain of my complaint. It seems flimsy now. Invalid. Because I remember you *tried* to tell me. You always tried to tell me.
When I look in the mirror, I see…someone no longer able to call herself a ‘girl’, not really, because her skin is dry and beginning to show signs of wrinkles. Seeing that skin, harshly lit, in the mirror of a public restroom last week, showing wear and tear from living, and from neglect, prompted me to…
*deep breath* Here it is – the one I didn’t want to write. A post on self-compassion; the thing I’m absolutely one of the WORST EVER at. Publicly so, to the point where people I know have looked askance at me and questioned why I would choose to make life difficult for myself by choosing…
