My father died during COVID. Here’s what has helped the healing.
I lost my Dad one year ago today. And, if I’m honest, I’m sadder today than I was then.
I lost my Dad one year ago today. And, if I’m honest, I’m sadder today than I was then.
There is a toxic lie that I was told in my youth: Maybe it’s you.
If I’m honest, I’ll never be Instagram beautiful. I’m not into deep filters or plastic surgery. And I like to sweat in the hot summer sun during long runs.
I know when you see her, a part of you aches. She seems to have exactly what you want. All figured out – right there in the palm of her hand. But the truth is, the world doesn’t need another her.
People are hard. Relationships are hard. But, perhaps, hardest of all? Loving yourself enough to hold onto tomorrow.
I think the pandemic has slowed us all down. Often, annoyingly so. But it’s also revealed a really hard truth that many of us ignored for a long time: Life can be simple…and still be good.
If I’m honest, a single “no” used to destroy me. I’m a feeler, and I pour my passion into everything I do. So, any closed door felt incredibly personal.
My journey in minimalism began a few years ago with a single goal: A simple white bedroom.
A few years ago, when my kids were little and exhausting, I realized I no longer had energy for drama.
I never thought I’d get there, but here I am. Imperfect is enough.