A Year Of Change

A Purposeful Slow Start

I want to throw myself wholeheartedly into everything I do. I don't always. Sometimes (as much as I want to) I can't figure out how. When I do, I know I'm either on the road to high levels of productivity, f...

The Mess Before Me

Looking back over the four months of this new year, I feel as if I've been running in circles. Not moving forward. If anything, moving back. I ask myself, "What positive changes have I made?" I've: - Ad...

After The Storm

Everything has finally settled down. The chaos & stress of the past weeks (hopefully) behind me. Still... I'm left feeling bruised & tender... Hesitant & uncertain how to step back into my normal life. I'll ...

A Heavy Weight

I have always been a keeper of secrets. Not by choice. And... Many not my own. Over the years, I've slowly started to let my secrets out. None are earth shattering. (At least, not for me.) The problem has be...

In The Midst Of Crisis

Things are bad. Really bad. I knew for a while a storm was coming. I simply didn't know when. Now... It's here. I'm stuck outside. With no place to hide. I've tried running into it. I've spent the past we...

Waking Up

Other than on the most mundane topics, my mother refrains from giving me advice. If I have a big decision to make, she either remains silent. Or says something like, "You need to decide." On the other hand, she...

Letting Things Flow

When I write, I can either pull words, coerce them out. Or... Let them tumble out on their own. Doing the first is a testament to my will. Doing the second... An act of faith. It requires trusting the wo...

A Plan Unfolds

I've spent months seeking a solution... Needing a plan. Only to discard my thoughts. Because they failed to address the true problem at hand. Today after waking from a long afternoon nap, I realized I'd been...

Morning Reflections

When I wake, I know it's early. A blanket of darkness remains draped over the sky. A stillness & quiet covers the house, permeating out into the world like a fog. I reach for the clock. Barely 4am. I could g...

(Trying) To Pull Myself Together

I need to write. I start. I stop. I try. I can't. Words come. Then disappear. I crave a distraction. Focusing doesn't work. So, I get on my hands & knees, grab a bucket & sponge and scrub the floor. ...