Courage doesn’t always look like what we think it should. I grew up thinking courage was standing up in the face of great danger, being willing to put your physical life on the line to accomplish something amazing. It was a huge feat, not just overcoming a fear of the dark, but actually facing danger…
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New Normal
What do you think of when someone says New Normal? For me it rings of possibilities. None of us wanted this deadly virus and none of us really know how to handle the changes it has caused. We expect our sons and daughters of the military to go off to foreign lands to protect us…
Self-Doubt and the Single Mom – Join Me for Tea?
Perched atop my left shoulder is a cute little angel. She’s there all the time–peering at my life from her little white stadium chair, mostly nodding approval, and periodically getting up to whisper something into my ear. “Nice job!” “You killed it today!” “Trust your gut—you’ve got this.” “Great hair day!” “Wait! Not yet!” “Yay!!!!!”…
6 Steps to Quiet Self-Doubt
The monster in our head that holds us back: Self-Doubt. We doubt our outfit. We doubt our coffee order. We doubt the impact of our words. We doubt our capacity. We doubt our parenting. We doubt ourselves at every turn. Self-doubt is exhausting and paralyzing. Here are six steps to help us quiet the doubt….
Where the Music Lives
I woke up different in my thirties. I had a longing inside of me for something real. Not borrowed from others. I realized that life is a song, I had to find where the music lives. As a child, I was that little girl who was afraid to raise her hand. As a teenager, I…
Self Doubt: Green Light or Dead End?
In The War of Art, Steven Pressfield suggests that self doubt can “serve as an indicator of our aspirations.” What a gift that thought is to those of us who often find ourselves frozen in the crosshairs of self doubt! Self doubt can mask itself as insecurities or a simple fleeting thought. It can become…
I Don’t Know What to Say
Finding my voice sometimes means speaking up for someone else, even when I don’t know what to say. I am a talker. I always have been. I process my own thoughts, as well as the thoughts of others, out loud. It helps me to understand the world around me. But this processing sometimes causes me…
Do You Recognize Me?
If you ran into a friend you hadn’t spoken to in 20 years, would they see a difference? I don’t mean in your physical appearance, but rather would they recognize in you the person they once knew? I have wondered this about myself because I have always struggled to see my own growth. I still…
Growth. Do We Have To?
Every birthday my sister and I stood in the doorway. Dad measured us, marked it on the door frame, and we beamed with pride at our incredible growth. Growth was expected, measured, celebrated. You would think we both grew to be the height of basketball players. I’m the tallest at a looming five foot, 3…
