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To the Woman Who is Exhausted
It’s no wonder you feel so stretched, so threadbare. The voices and forces competing for your attention are many, and they are unrelenting. Some by necessity, some unfairly, yet they demand – loudly – the focus of your eyes and the energy of your heart. Each need from someone outside…
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The Seeds of Freedom
Back in my corporate days, say 10 or 15 or 20 years ago, I was counseled often by wise mentors to play the game, to keep my head down and mouth shut, to do what was asked of me and do it better than anyone else. Usually, that’s what I…
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Letting The Voodoos of Ambition Sleep
Some days we are so ON IT, aren’t we? Focused… productive… knocking out things on the to-to list BING BANG BOOM… and then feeling quite accomplished and proud of ourselves. It like, on those days, we are well-oiled machines, churning along, firing on all cylinders. I don’t know about you,…
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Living Amid Insanity + Inhumanity
I’ve been struggling lately with mental organization: Grouping needs and prioritizing tasks, making sense of the timing and order of upcoming gatherings and travel, filling out various forms and keeping track of all the associated paperwork has been overwhelming. It’s as though someone has blown up my inner filing cabinet,…
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Ready to Meet in Real Life?!
You wanna know how long it’s been since I’ve led a retreat in real life?! IT’S. BEEN. THIS. LONG. I almost don’t recognize myself pre-pandemic. Pre-homeschool. Pre-Zoom. Pre-head shave. 🙂 My god. As I have been scrolling back through photos that document the last two+ years since I’ve last…
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What It Means to Feel Your Feelings
Yesterday I was writing about emotional intelligence and the power of therapy for the book and came across this outstanding illustration by Lindsay Braman. (She’s a therapist and artist who has recently moved to St. Louis and she doesn’t know it yet, but we’re gonna be BFFs). In this chart,…
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“Not Quite Fatal”
Not. Quite. Fatal. How’s that for a zing to the heart? Not. Quite. Fatal. That’s a space I lived in for years, thinking it was acceptable, somehow, because I knew it could have been worse, because other people had it worse. And who was I to want better when life…
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New Eyes Come With Time
I’m talking with my daughter when I notice a grimy film over her glasses. It’s so bad I can only assume a giraffe has licked them and then rolled them in the dust bunnies under the couch. “How can you possibly see through these?” I ask. “What?!” she protests. “They’re…
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On Personal Responsibility
In The Luckiest Club, the sobriety support community my friend Laura McKowen started at the beginning of the pandemic and as part of which I host three meetings each week, we are guided by a set of principles that we affectionately call “The Nine Things.” Each one is a powerful…
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