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…
I’m guilty of overusing the word “surviving”. I survived work. I survived a trip to buy groceries on a the night before a snowstorm. It’s just hyperbole for “I made it through without having to slap a bitch.” Sometimes I feel guilty for using the word in that context. There’s so many people surviving their…