In My Head

Stop, drop, and roll out.

Those first weeks after finding that blue Rough Rider wrapper in the trash were the worst.  It’s understandable.  I’d spent years standing on the slippery rug on a hardwood floor that my marriage had become, afraid to take a step, lest I trip.  Instead of addressing the slickness of the rug beneath my feet, the…

The weekends are my time to reset myself: To pause everything, and take some time for me. Dan’t Lose Hope posted this morning about querencia, a safe, quiet place of inner calm. That’s what I’d consider my pause. It’s those moments of time when it’s just me, and nothing else in the universe – let…