Help! I need somebody
July 29, 2008
In the wake of a few recent catastrophes I’ve come to an overwhelming realization that I’m not particularly fond of…I can not do it all alone. As much as I like to portray myself as an uber independent, self-sufficient woman who doesn’t need anyone’s help, that simply isn’t the case. We all need help; we all need to ask a favor or two now and again, but why is it so incredibly difficult to utter the phrase, “I need a favor“?
Sail Away
July 21, 2008
Fear is a loud-mouthed, assertive emotion. It crowds in, pushing everything else out, sucking up all your attention and energy like a vacuum.
For a long time I have been involved in a committed relationship with fear. And as needy as fear was, it really didn’t allow me time for much else. I recognized the problem some time ago, but old habits are difficult to break. Fear had held my reins for so long that I wasn’t sure how to take them back…or if I would even know how to drive this train if I DID take them back.
31
July 9, 2008
I have returned from my extended vacation at last. While I was gone I had my 31st birthday and like usual, I spent time reflecting on life as I have come to know it. So I thought I would share some of my discoveries made in these 31 wonderful years of my great big little life with you all. Enjoy…and please, feel free to share some wisdom of your own.
~Love intensifies all. Nothing can be so painful, yet so pleasurable…so nerve-wracking and yet so comforting. Let it in, it is essential.
~It really does not matter how fast you get there if you are headed in the WRONG direction.
You myoclonic jerk!
May 2, 2008
There is no feeling quite as delicious as the incredibly soothing and relaxing bliss that overcomes me just as I am slipping into the abyssal plains of dream-ville. My body relaxes, my mind clears, for the first time all day I feel at peace. I float deep down through the clear blue space and sink into a nothingness that encapsulates me like a bubble. Floating, drifting, I’m almost there…
Falling off the pedastal
February 27, 2008
“I’m disappointed in you.”
It’s been years since those words were seared into my subconscious like a hot knife through butter. Four simple words constructed a statement that left an indelible imprint on my psyche and my heart. In retrospect it was a seemingly harsh reaction to a rather uncomplicated situation, but who am I to judge another’s disappointment?
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