Yesterday, I had the realization that I’ve been carrying around something since a very young age, and I’m only now feeling the true weight of it, and how much it slows me down.
Above all, I was sad for the woman who finds it hard to have compassion for herself and truly believe that she doesn’t need to be fixed.
One second isn't a lot of time. But it's long enough to forget and let the feeling go, instead of holding onto it.
Some words give us confidence and courage. The word “should” is not one of them.
Who or what gets to define “suppose to” in our lives?
I have returned from a place that isn’t real, and yet is a place I am the most real version of me. I spent Memorial Day weekend returning to Wilder: a place I first ventured one year ago. Wilder is a women’s writing and running camp, curated and organized and gently held by Lauren Fleshman.… Continue reading Latent Lollygagger: Being Real
Stagnation, it seems, isn’t good for much of anything. So, when it comes to giving ourselves a break, are we stagnating or keeping the blood moving?