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.
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.
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.
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.
I don’t know what giant stands before you, but I know you have already survived your hardest days.
“Am I okay?” I think it’s the most important question we’re forgetting to ask ourselves.
Some people will be committed to misunderstanding you. I’m sorry, but it’s true.
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.