Hey Brave Friends, I’ve had a hard health week. Lyme came in full force on Monday and has gotten progressively worse throughout the week, which, for me, means arthritic-like pain, keep-me-in-bed fatigue, and the inability to think well. I kept hoping it would lift, but here it is Saturday and it hasn’t. Because of my … More A Short Letter to My Brave Friends
What’s my purpose? What was I born to do? What lights me up on the inside?
Ask me five years ago, and I would’ve spouted off assured answers to these burning questions.
But now? Not so much.
Just about four years ago, life threw my family and me a devastating curveball. We were just about recovered when, seven months later, the curveball twisted and gave us a one-two punch to the face and broke our hearts. And as we crawled and clawed and mourned our way out of the trauma, we came out stronger as a family unit, wise in ways we never wanted to be, and found a deep and profound healing in our souls.
As light dawned and we sighed a breath of relief in our new normal, until . . . … More Life Derailed? How to Renew Your Purpose
Yes. I am one of those people who get all hyped up about New Year’s Resolutions. I stand proudly in my goal-planning nerdiness. Before all of you New Year’s Grinches, who can’t stand the thought of uttering one resolution (losing weight, exercise consistently, eat right), roll your eyes and click off this post, give me a chance to argue my point. … More December (AKA Resolution-Planning Month): My Favorite Time of the Year
You know those moments? The ones that alter your perspective so totally that your life is irrevocably changed?
I had one of those a few weeks ago.
Let me set the stage.
If you kept up with my Acts of Bravery challenge—one brave act every day—then you know I’ve had some health issues. Health issues I believed to be related to celiac disease. I’d tried everything to keep it under control—diet, exercise, mentally beating myself up—short of going to the doctor. But after another flare up so severe I missed my kids’ robotics tournament (my son’s last before he graduated high school) lying in bed with screaming gut pain, I realized I needed an expert’s help. … More Excuse Me. You Diagnosed Me With What?
