I would have thought getting my routine back, the one I so desperately begged to have back in the first couple weeks of the Federal government’s partial shutdown, would be a huge wave of relief.
Being a godmother can mean so many different things to people. But for me, it’s a much larger purpose than just caring for myself.
I feel like I’m walking up to the edge of a cliff, unaware of how much farther I have to go before I drop.
“You did your best, or did you? Sometimes I think I hate you. I’m sorry, dad, for feeling this. I can’t believe I’m saying this. I know you were a troubled man. I know you never got the chance to be yourself, to be your best. I hope that Heaven’s given you a second chance.”
Why do we spend so much of our time piling the pressure onto ourselves to get every little thing done that crosses our mind like a frog hopping through traffic in a rain shower? I really got to pondering this on vacation. Why was it that I could relax even though my to do list…
There’s nothing like vacation on our favorite beach. As I sit on our balcony taking in the view of Dominica Republic’s beautiful beach line, I can’t help but relax and contemplate the vast deep blue expanse in front of me. There’s something so amazing about the powerful sea. Every wave that rolls in is relatable.…
Here’s what I’m doing this year to combat the panic and accept that I will not have control of it all