Again and Again
I remember
the many lessons I’ve learned.
But the ones I failed to learn—
they linger,
leaving their mark
again and again. … More Again and Again
I remember
the many lessons I’ve learned.
But the ones I failed to learn—
they linger,
leaving their mark
again and again. … More Again and Again
I should have written this yesterday. Or a few days ago. But here I am, writing this post now. I don’t want to beat myself up over this tardiness. I have excuses. But that’s not the point. I am here now. That matters. In fact, that’s the only thing that should matter. I am here … More Notice
That is the question I’ve been asking myself over and over.
For the past few weeks, maybe even months, I’ve been living on excuses.
That’s how I feel. … More Am I Making Excuses?
My kids.
They have changed me in ways I wouldn’t have imagined possible.
The giggles don’t diminish the tiredness. … More It’s a Good Thing I Like Learning
I confess, I am not always patient.
I may look calm and patient. And most of the time I am calm and patient.
Until I’m not. … More I Confess
Around 4pm on Monday, I realized that I haven’t written the Fiction Monday response for last week. Nor was I ready with this week’s prompt post to publish. Usually I would’ve already written, or even published, the response post by Monday morning and start working on the prompt post by afternoon. … More Being Gentler With Myself
Journaling is my companion whenever I feel uncertain about anything. Sometimes, I hesitate to fully open up and write about what has been bothering me. … More The Way Back to Myself
Sometimes, when I stumble over answering a simple question, I know it is time to pause and reflect. This was one such question. … More The Steadiness of Returning
Like the river
that
flows calmly,
like the storm
that
never lets up,
like the hill
that
stays put, … More A Paradox
“Where do you see yourself in five years?”
Isn’t that an insane question to ask anyone?
Who are we to know?
How can anyone predict what’s coming next? … More The Unpredictable Path