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
What is your biggest disappointment in life right now? I bet something immediately popped to mind. Hold this without judgement as you read because we’re going to use it as we go. At this very moment, my biggest disappointment is exhaustion like I’ve never experienced before. This is saying a lot because I’ve been progressively … More How to Change Disappointment Into Opportunity
You know those rules we all live by? There’s the societal rules: Don’t murder your kids, no matter how badly they annoy you unless you want to spend the rest of your life in jail. Or, personal rules: Don’t show up late for work every day unless you want to get fired, go bankrupt, and … More What Happens When Your Life Rules Are Outdated?
I’ve taken a long break from posting brave acts on Acts of Bravery. Twenty-one days from when I write this post to be exact. Sure I’ve posted here and there, but inconsistently. This wasn’t a conscious decision, it was more of a need. … More Strapping On My Superhero Cape: Time for More Bravery
I’m about to get vulnerable. Flay myself open on the page kind of vulnerable. I tried journaling—alone, safe, hidden—but the words wouldn’t come. I needed the keys beneath my fingers. I knew whatever came out, I need to share with the world. So here goes . . . … More Acts of Bravery Week 8: Anger. How Wallowing in the Mud is Healthy