It's okay, I don't know what I'm doing either.
My latest therapy session was a good one. We spent a lot of time talking about simply wanting to feel better and using that as motivation rather than relying on a number on the scale or the size of my pants to dictate my mood. I'm feeling all of my 42 years plus about 10... Continue Reading →
Sometimes you're in the middle of folding laundry and are watching Abstract: The Art of Design on Netflix at the same time and thinking about how you've been in this really weird frustrating place for the past several days. It's a place you find yourself over and over again, probably once every couple of months... Continue Reading →
One thing each day that makes me feel good and is good for me. I mean, a box of Little Debbie's makes me feel good for a minute but I suppose that is unfortunately out of the realm of self care. Today was early morning meditation. My mind was in epic form, wandering all over... Continue Reading →
