I can't tell you how many times I've heard "Do It Scared!"; fully embraced its meaning, put on my big girl pants, walked up to the thing I was scared of and then...POOF! my brave melted into my fear and disappeared in a super cloud of animated cartoon dust. For real. Ran away like my life … Continue reading Doing It Scared: #1 People Pleasing
It's a heart wrenching thing when someone whose world used to revolve around you, and yours around them, suddenly has no time for you. The I can't talk now's. The I'm just really busy right now's. The I'm too tired right now's. The I'm with my girlfriend right now's are clear tells that you've lost … Continue reading No Time
So I got the job. My job. The job I had to apply for three times and interview for twice, even though I have been working it for one and a half years. I should be excited, happy, or at least mildly elated. But I'm not. I'm grateful to the universe for the course correction. … Continue reading WTF #2
Is it just me, or is there a western-cultural-pop-music-trend toward obsessing over someone we can't have? Lately I've noticed that out of the 20 some odd songs that get ridiculously unlimited airplay, at least half the millennial crooners are talking about how they lament over one love while they are with another. I don't know if I've … Continue reading Is It A Love Song? Or Not?
NOTE: Originally posted August 11, 2012, just one month after I started this blog, and won the coveted Freshly Pressed award. Yay me! When I revamped this site and removed all the painful posts about my lesbian anguish, I accidentally deleted this post as well. It deserves space on this blog and among my writings. … Continue reading Forgotten Children
I've been working like a fiend this past year. New job. Love it. Working with DeafBlind clients. Amazing! It is such an incredibly humbling and rewarding experience. Learned two types of Sign Language - not fluent yet, but I can speak without words now. Kinda cool. 😉 And truth be told, I think I have … Continue reading Missing My Muse
My phone exploded with messages from friends and family telling me of the horror. I had barely been at work an hour when the texting began. Slowly a first. A then a flood of concern and inquiry. "Is everyone at Home alright?" They asked. "I think so. Why? What's happened?" I had no idea. "Turn … Continue reading Strong. Beautiful. Community.