Tag archives: authenticity
So it seems I may actually be a little bit crazy.
Many of you may be thinking “no shit, that’s why I read this blog. Your crazy
makes me feel better about my crazy.” (insert humor defense
Yesterday, I went to the doctor for mysterious,
prolonged pain and sensitivity in my back and under one arm. Plus, I wanted to
discuss why after four months of a slower-paced life, I still feel exhausted to
my bones and want to nap after a 30-minute run.
It turns out I have atypical shingles—the kind
that causes pain without the ...
Maybe it’s because the holidays are just around
the corner, but it seems that a number of my recent conversations with friends have
dealt with expectations. More specifically, an inability to meet them.
After a visit to her home state, one friend questioned
how she could possibly see all of the relatives who want her to come for dinner
or pop in to say hello. The answer is, of course, that she can’t and so she
ends up feeling badly about it.
I remember those visits—usually they encompassed
an early morning flight and four days spent in ...
I love my husband and daughter dearly,
but sometimes the sights and sounds of them make me want to scream. I realized
why yesterday: I am an introvert often forced to live as an extrovert.
Sure, I can be a chatty Cathy with the
best of them and even people who know me well would probably classify me as
outgoing, but when push comes to shove, I’d rather curl up with a good book
than do anything else in the world.
So yesterday, as I felt the weekend
slipping through my fingertips and I began thinking of the busy ...
My mom is coming to visit in two days. I
can’t wait, and it’s not just because I’m two weeks into this three-week single
parenthood stint and I desperately need reinforcements.
It’s because for the first time in
years, I feel like I will be myself this visit. I’ve lived in another state for
13 years now, and every visit has caused me at least mild anxiety. Some visits
have caused a lot of anxiety.
Take the Christmas when my entire family
drove out and I turned into Martha Stewart. I decked the halls. I ...