Confession time. Sometimes I wake up more mortified about this new business than stoked. All I want is to throw the covers back over my head, snuggle down into the soft womb of my bed, and forget I had this brilliant idea in the first place. I mean, who am I to think I can pull something like this off? I’m just . . . me. Me with all my flaws, all my weaknesses, all my insecurities—insecurities which take this prime opportunity to rattle off why I suck.
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
I’m somewhere between inception of the goal and interstellar master of my dreams. And I’ve mistaken this in between state as mundane, because, well . . . most of the time the process is boring. I’m in the dregs of the journey, the part where . . . … More The Monotonous Middle
For those of you who haven’t figured it out already, I’m a goal-driven, Type-A personality, ready to conquer the world one checklist item at a time. This quality is perfect for accomplishing tasks and staying disciplined, but its horrible for the boring, monotonous, daily mindset I need to get well.
In fact, as I’ve created room in my daily life to heal from stupid, chronic Lyme disease—resting, listening to what my body needs (and actually doing it), the whole days job of taking medication and eating clean—my relentlessly, goal-driven mindset has highlighted a shocking bad habit that even the Energizer Bunny couldn’t maintain.
Let me explain. … More How Success Can Create Unrealistic Expectations
Death has always been a taboo subject for me. I fear it. Like deathly afraid of it (pun intended). But as I’ve been sick, and as I face down this biopsy to check for uterine cancer, I’ve had a few nights tossing, turning, and looking down the barrel of my own mortality. … More How to Embrace Your Mortality