Life keeps moving under my feet. I’m on a conveyor belt of contingency plans. If-then statements that turn into was-therefores. It can be heard for me to remember to take the time to be with my friends. To be in the moment with them instead of thinking about what I “should” be doing. Anxiety makes friendships difficult. But there are people just like me out … Continue reading Friends
Self-pride, I’ve been told, is a bad thing. When I was young, I was told not to be proud about my looks, my grades, my accomplishments. But I was also told to have confidence in those things. I didn’t understand, so I tried not to be proud of myself. But then, what is the point of doing well at anything? Now I am grown, I … Continue reading Pride v. Proud
There are so many things that we hide: Who we are, Who we want to be, Who we were. But what we have been through is the very definition of who we are. What we dream defines who we will become. If anyone is to ever know us- if anyone is to ever truly love us, We must be honest with ourselves, and then be … Continue reading Counting Scars
I learned a long time ago that standing still, sitting still, it’s just another way of being dead. I have nothing against being dead. But, what is the point of it? We are here, and we should probably enjoy it. What is the best way to do that? What is the best way to experience all that our existence has to offer? Always be learning, … Continue reading Reaching
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