Maybe it’s not you.
There is a toxic lie that I was told in my youth: Maybe it’s you.
There is a toxic lie that I was told in my youth: Maybe it’s you.
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.
I never thought I’d get there, but here I am. Imperfect is enough.
I don’t know what giant stands before you, but I know you have already survived your hardest days.
I think somewhere along the way, we heard a very powerful message: Healing isn’t easy.
A few years ago, I endured three of the greatest pain points life has to offer: My father was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. My husband filed for divorce. And I discovered a Big Lie that ripped apart everything I thought I knew.
I teach middle schoolers, and from the beginning of the year to the end, something mysterious happens: They lose more of the child in their heart.
My father died on a Friday afternoon in late March at the very beginning of the COVID crisis. Letting go and healing in months of isolation is what I would describe as macro-grieving.