I Pick Me-Healing Childhood Wounds

I Pick Me-Healing Childhood Wounds

I didn’t get picked. I applied for a leadership opportunity through work, and I didn’t get picked. I stay pretty protected by only trying things I think will bring me success. I have never applied for a job I didn’t think I would get. I don’t bowl or play mini-golf,...
Your Story Matters

Your Story Matters

“I’ve never told anybody this. I’ve never said it out loud.” Through tears, her words were difficult to understand, but we all felt her heart. I teach Mess of a Mom workshops in homes throughout my community. I begin with my story, my struggles, my qualifications to...
Dragging My Feet

Dragging My Feet

I’m dragging my feet. I’m scared that I might not be enough. I’m worried that all of the fears and insecurities I try to hide will somehow be exposed. And even worse, validated. I’m worried that by taking steps toward my dreams, I will open myself up to feedback that...
Tired

Tired

I’m tired. You know the feeling? A nap isn’t going to do it. This is tired in your soul. The kind of tired that comes from managing dentist appointments, and speech evaluations, DFCS visits, and the pulmonologist. This is tired from the broken wrist and broken foster...

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