Tag: words
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You are enough…
I recently came across a post on Instagram of Jim Carrey sharing why he decided to retire. And though much of what he said was interesting, what stopped me dead in my tracks was the following: “…I really like my quiet life, and I really love putting paint on canvas,…
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What I listen to…
Lately, I have been listening to several podcasts during my long walks. It makes the time go by faster, and I get to catch up on some of the current events, get updated on pop culture, and learn a few new things about finances and relationships, hoping that something sticks.…
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Perceptions…
Several months ago, I was enjoying a beautiful dinner with some friends. We shared stories and lots of laughter. It was an evening filled with poignant moments, tears, and encouragement. As the evening was coming to a close, one of my friends made a strange comment, and it literally shifted…
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My own words healed me…
A few months back, when I simply could not write, I began to read my blogs from years past. I realized that reading my own words started to heal me. I found it fascinating that I was inspired to write what would heal me years later in my life. I…
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Truth be told…
I have been holding my breath since March! I have been trying to see the glass half-full. Look for the silver lining. Wait for joy to come in the morning. Sense the peace in the midst of the storm and believe the sun will come out tomorrow! …and it’s been…
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Two weeks of moments…
So! These past few weeks have been filled with activities. Weddings, galas, bridal showers, night out w/friends, finals, finishing up my second semester of Law School and celebrating Easter. All in the past TWO weeks! I get to catch my breath for about a week or so, and I intend…
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Words matter…all the time!
I love you, I hate you. Go away, please stay. You are amazing, you are ugly. You are a failure, you are brilliant. Hello, Goodbye. Will you marry me? She’s gone. You failed, you passed. Go to Hell, God is Love. It’s a boy, I am sorry for your loss.…
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Getting older….feels great!
I remember when I was a child, my brother Joey and I would always dream of turning 35! Yes, 35! It was the oldest number we thought we’d become. You see we were 10 and 12, so 35 felt like a lifetime lived. We’d often fantasize about where we’d live……