The Monsters Under My Bed

The first time my therapist mentioned she thought I might struggle with perfectionism I laughed at her. I think my exact words were, “Have you met my husband? I am not the perfectionist in our family.” To me, at the time, perfectionism was not being able to sleep because a picture frame was crooked on … Continue reading The Monsters Under My Bed

Writing On the Bamboo

A few weeks ago I was being the worst version of myself. I was cranky and short tempered and trying to hide from stressing about some imminent change hovering over the horizon of my life, which always leads to me being cranky and short tempered and the worst version of myself. I was stuck on … Continue reading Writing On the Bamboo

Sounds of Christmas

Red holiday cups, Michael Bublé crooning carols over every store speaker and, in Florida, icicle lights hanging from every roofline. Christmas is here again! It’s the holiday sure to put a pep in your step and a bright smile on your face! Except for those years it doesn’t. Some years are just hard. Some years … Continue reading Sounds of Christmas

Living in the Wind

There’s a pathway behind the office where I work called “The Urban Trail”. If I were more outdoorsy or ever exercised I could probably tell you how long it runs in total, but in all honesty, I’ve only walked half a mile or so of it, and as far as I’m concerned that’s as far … Continue reading Living in the Wind