I am a perfectionist. I like life to go as planned and as it should. I like doing a good job. I like meeting expectations and succeeding. I like plans organized and executed without flaws. I want life to turn out as I imagine it in my head. Unfortunately, this is not always possible. Perfectionism… Continue reading The Perfectionist and The Holidays
Humor is my go-to, my safety net, and my comfort zone. When in doubt, I laugh it out and make fun of myself because otherwise life will hurt. Ugh. Some may see right through my attempts, but making jokes is my coping mechanism. It's my survival tool and the barrier between me and a full… Continue reading In Case of Emergency, I use Humor.
For some reason I have this entirely unhealthy mindset that I don’t need anyone but myself to survive. I know it’s unhealthy and a giant lie, but still, I’m over here with an attitude and high anxiety thinking I’m better off alone. I know that I’m not. I know that I need human connection beyond… Continue reading You Need Friends
I am here to tell you that you are beautiful. You don't believe me and I know why. You have been raised to think that you need to be more to be enough, that you need to be different from how you presently are to be worthy. Has anyone ever told you that you are… Continue reading Go on Brush Your Shoulders Off
I have been thinking about change the past two months. Maybe it's the weather. As fall approaches and the sun sets on another humid Midwest summer, I yearn for days of 50 degrees and sweaters, boots and hot coffee, and I am inspired to reflect. As I look back on the last six months, I… Continue reading It Hurts to Change