I generally don’t like going out to eat by myself. I feel self conscious as if my being alone is some statement about my worth as a human being. Surely, I wouldn’t be eating by myself if I had friends or a husband or something.
I’ve gotten better about this as I’ve gotten older. It . . . → Read More: Go To Dinner Alone
I wrote yesterday about finding out that my husband was having an affair. I thought a lot about what to write and how to write it. I was accused on FB today of airing dirty laundry in the public forum of a blog and Facebook, since my blog feeds there too. I am not interested . . . → Read More: Divorce Day Two
What’s your love language? No, it’s not a kinky question. I’m talking about how you experience emotional love. Apparently, we don’t all feel loved the same way.
I just finished reading The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate by Gary Chapman.
After three different women recommended this book, I finally . . . → Read More: Learn the Five Love Languages
Yesterday I overheard a librarian saying, “I was born with a red pen in my hand.” Well, when I was getting my teaching certification they told us red made the kids feel bad, so I bled all over their papers in purple, in pink, in whatever color ink was supposed to have more positive connotations. . . . → Read More: Look for Solutions Instead of Problems
What feeds you, reminds you who you are, and connects you back to your core? For me, it’s poetry. At least it used to be, before I got pregnant.
Then I stopped being able to read or write poetry. I couldn’t even go to a reading because my mind would wander and I’d forget what . . . → Read More: Get Back to Yourself
When I can’t control the havoc inside my head, it’s time to pick up the house.
If anyone had told me before I had a child that laundry took nine steps, I would have laughed. But it’s true.
Put dirty clothes in basket Take basket to laundry room Run load of wash Transfer to dryer . . . → Read More: Pick Up the Pigsty
So I’m saying it out loud (writing it out loud?): I’m going to lose 40 pounds by the time I turn 40. When is that? December 22nd.
Considering I do not get on scales or really know what exactly I weighed when this year of self care started, how will I know? I’ll feel better, . . . → Read More: Run Your Butt Off
When the life you thought you were building may be crumbling around you, there’s only so much the gym can do. But it’s still worth going.
Count 60 minutes that you have a distraction from your growing desperation. Or add up oxygen and endorphin release, strengthening your muscles, feeling proud of what your body can . . . → Read More: Go to the Gym
As I sunk back into another depression this fall, I realized that the way I’ve been living my life is not the way I want to live. It’s not the life I want. So I’ve committed this year (and the rest of my life) to learning how to take care of myself, to engage in . . . → Read More: Make a List of Things You Like About Yourself