Showing posts from 2017

What It’s Really Like to Have Anxiety

“People who need help sometimes look a lot like people who don’t need help.” -Glennon Doyle I can’t say with any certainty that I am viewed as having it all together. I have, however, been complimented for my ability to remain calm or to calm others. In my days as a project manager, it was a strength often highlighted in my performance reviews. One supervisor actually used to mistake my calm attitude for a lack of understanding the urgency of the issue, until he learned I very much understand the urgency, but can’t address it if I get frantic. During my application process to become a Hospice volunteer, the coordinator told me after speaking to my three references that she had never seen a single word used so consistently to describe someone. What word is that, I asked. “Calm. Every single person commented on how calm you are.” Calm. That is a marvelous state. Imagine how it must feel to be known for being calm and to hold a diagnosis of anxiety. It sometimes feels that my

When You Can’t Unsee

Some things once seen, can’t be unseen. Some things once known, can’t be unknown. It is wise, then, to be cautious of what one comes to see and know. Once the eyes are open, and the heart is broken, all that remains is to act.

Don't Wait

We spend our lives waiting. Waiting in line, at traffic lights, for the bus or train to come, for our big break. We wait to be loved, to be accepted, to be allowed. We wait for help, for guidance, for the right time. We wait for our turn. When will it be my turn? Don’t. Don’t wait for the right time. The right time is now. Right now. Don’t wait for guidance. Seek guidance, and when you find it, share it with others. Don’t wait for help. Offer help. Don’t wait to be allowed. Allow yourself to be where you are and to do what you need to do. Don’t wait to be accepted. Accept yourself. Accept others. Accept God and His goodness, or the universe and its magic, or whatever it is you believe that brings you to your knees. Don’t wait to be loved. Show love. Right now, show love.

Discovering the Enduring You in the Wake of Separation and Divorce

Something strange happens when you uncouple. You worry about providing for yourself and your child. You wonder if it’s something you can handle on your own. You figure out how to co-parent separately, how to be the only parent with your child on nights when he is with you, and how to be alone on nights when he is with his other parent. None of that is the strange part, though. That is the stuff you anticipate. No, the strange part is that you realize that you must now be complete on your own. That you are now free to be only you—fully, mindfully you. That it is an opportunity but also a requirement. My first few months of uncoupling were spent setting up my new life—finding a new home, making it ours (my son’s and mine), finding a steady job (so I didn't have to stress out over freelancing), and otherwise settling into this new phase. In the midst of this wake, I had to stop myself from considering what he—my other half—would think. Because I am no longer half of a partnership. I a

The Funny Thing About Power

I am more than you think I am. I surprise people with my age, my experience, my strength, my ability. First impressions can be mistaken. My power is in your underestimation. I am more broken than you think I am. Do not mistake my perseverance for wholeness. I smile because I am content, or because I am sad and know it will get easier, or because sharing a smile is much nicer than the alternative, or because I know something you don't think I know. My power is in your inability to decipher one smile from another.