Tag: Expectations
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Writers Write
“Yesterday, I joined a kickball league. What started as an innocent conversation with some friends, snowballed into a series of events, some of which I still don’t fully understand, which resulted in me showing up to a field thirty miles from my house to practice with a group of people I had never met before.”
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Eighteen Reflections on What I’ve Learned in Eighteen Years of Sobriety
Life will go on with, or without me. Whenever tragedy strikes, my energy is better spent thinking of others. Just because it feels like the world has stopped, doesn’t mean it has. Alcoholism, drug addiction, and trauma are all diseases of perception. All three work to kill its host by convincing them they aren’t afflicted.…
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I don’t want to brag, but….
“Besides, my expectations have been right-sized, and I now have something accurate to measure against. I may not be ready to share my story with the entire world; but I think I can handle 50 people.”
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The Struggle of Conflicting Wants
Ever since I was fifteen years old and attended my first “meat fabrication” class in culinary school, I’ve been a conflicted vegetarian. It wasn’t the blood, or the immense physical effort it takes to disassemble a dead cow that turned me off to meat, but rather seeing the living conditions the cows lived in before…
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Silently Screaming in Your Life? Come to Coffee!
Every Tuesday and Thursday I bake muffins. I use the word “muffins” loosely as they don’t really have much sugar or oil and don’t taste like much. Honestly, they’re more comparable to a cracker than to a muffin. What started as a creative way to sneak fruits, like bananas, into my son’s diet, has now…
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Unpaid Intern
“Vulnerability is the birthplace of connection and the path to feeling worthiness. If it doesn’t feel vulnerable, the sharing is probably not constructive.” -Brene Brown Over the last few weeks, I’ve been questioning what I am trying to accomplish with my writing and couldn’t come up with much of an answer, other than to not…
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Dance Like Your Inner Child is Watching
“Our daughter’s class was first, and she was glowing from the moment we pulled in the parking lot. She marched her way up to the check-in desk and then sat down in the cement hallway to change into her dance shoes. When her dance troop was called, she raced into the studio, with me tailing…
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Hurry Up and Wait
This morning while life was unfolding with all the chaos that two little kiddos bring, my husband was moving slower than I would have liked. My lower self had to tell him so. His response was golden; he gently asked me if I was aware that people with PTSD often think other people are lazy?…
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Nobody Like Odysseus
“The more I strive for success, the more paths appear to take me away from what I originally set out to do. With each new variable met to assist my career, my goal of writing becomes diluted.”
