Happiness, Lost and Found.
Suffering, yes, is inescapable; happiness, nevertheless, remains possible. Even hand in hand with suffering, there is always the chance for happiness.
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Happiness Means Being Seen.
More and more people are waking up to the fact that it is not things that bring us happiness. Being who we were born to be is what brings us happiness.
We Choose When and How Brightly We Burn for Our Own Lives.
And when we do choose, we need to make no apologies for those choices. I’ve got years of fear and guilt I’m living under.
There’s Something in the Water.
I am held by an infinitely loving, maternal energy. Held by Gaia. No matter the weight I carried when I entered the water, now it is shared.
Hope Is the Thing That Fights.
It’s about being uncomfortable, mile after boring mile. It’s about wanting, and learning, and wishing, and doing, and crawling, and sailing as we make our way. It’s about thoughts turned into words turned into actions. And sometimes it can be about lacing up a pair of pretty running shoes -- ...
Gratitude for Pain.
I'm tired because I cried for hours and hours and hours last night, tears streaming and soaking my pillow, and I woke with swollen eyes, still feeling sorry for myself, missing my partner, lamenting my children's misfortune, and feeling the depths of depression that have characterized my life ...
Which Whimsical Seuss-like Heart Do You Pick from Your Wardrobe?
I like to imagine I have a big wardrobe full of hearts. Some days I can choose one, almost whimsically, like a brightly colored scarf. Some days it is more complicated. I pretend these hearts are hung in a neat little row on pretty hangers, and tucked into drawers with sweetly scented sachets. ...
5 Steps for Getting Off of the Ledge and Back into Life.
My belief at the time was that I would 'go' when the money ran out. I thought, "Well, fuck it, the Universe obviously must not want me in it." Job-hunting and interviewing became a daily practice of building myself up only to be torn down. So I gave the Universe a suicide deadline.
It’s Not too Late to Take that Leap.
What would my 20-year-old self think of my almost 40-year-old self? She’d probably think, "Oh fuck, you still haven’t done any of that stuff? Now it’s way too late. You’re old. You missed the boat." And I’d say, "Yeah, I know, I know, I’ve been thinking that too."
You Can Do ‘The Thing’ And You Don’t Have To Be Happy To Do It!
All you actually need to have to do that dreaded Thing is a few seconds of stubbornness, enough stubbornness to try, to make a little teeny tiny small and smelly promise to yourself that you will try, that you're open to it not working and looking stupid and feeling small.
