Tag archives: facing fears
This morning as I lay on the living floor doing extremely uncomfortable physical therapy exercises for my neck, an unexpected thought popped into my head: I am so grateful I’m not angry all the time any more.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving so feelings of gratitude shouldn’t be surprising, but I wasn’t quite sure where this one came from. Yet, it is truly what I am most thankful for this year.
When I returned to work full time last February, my biggest fear was turning back into “scary mommy.” I had spent the previous two years trying to figure ...
How do you establish trust with someone you’ve
betrayed too many times? And what if the person you’ve betrayed is yourself?
Trusting themselves seems so easy for
men, but I’m not certain the same holds true for women. Personally, I second
guess myself all the time and I have plenty of friends who do the same. The problem
is that for most of my life, I had lied to myself, so much so that I didn’t even
realize I was lying anymore.
For years, I thought I was healthy
because I woke up at 5:30 ...
Old fears are hard habits to break. This morning I
had to interview a researcher by phone for an article I’m writing. I’ve
actually interviewed her before in person and she’s lovely, smart and down to
earth—not intimidating at all.
So why did I wake up feeling like I’d eaten rocks?
The only logical answer is that my anxiousness is a throwback to my days as a
shy child and teenager—the days when asking anyone anything felt like torture. How
I got through journalism school, I’ll never know.
I’ve interviewed hundreds of ...
I’ve been thinking of my grandfather lately, which
is odd because he passed away two decades ago and I haven’t thought much about
him since. The ugly truth is that his death didn’t really affect me, and it
wasn’t all that surprising.
Though my grandfather was only 69 at the time, he
had already suffered one heart attack and had developed emphysema caused by
years of smoking a pipe. A number of his siblings had already died of heart
What I remember most about his funeral was my
dad’s grief and how it baffled ...
It seems you can’t avoid hearing about how my
generation of parents is overprotective and isn’t allowing its kids to learn
about failure and resilience. Every time I’ve read an article about helicopter
parenting, I’ve sighed and thought “so glad that’s not me.”
The other day, however, I heard the propellers and
they were coming from me.
Each morning I drop off my 6-year-old at school
and I wait on the playground until the teacher comes to take the kids inside. While
we wait, my daughter usually heads off with a friend or two, and ...