Sometimes a story holds up a mirror when you least expect it, and what you see changes you a little. This one did. I just finished watching Guillermo del Toro's Frankenstein, and it landed heavier than I expected. The moment the monster stepped into the light, something shifted. It was a feeling, the kind that … Continue reading The Monster, The Mirror, & Me.
Tag: midlife reflection
Cuz I’m a Punk Rocker, Yes I Am.
Today, I took a day off! But not the kind of day where I sit on the couch making lists in my head of everything I am not doing. Not the kind of day where I burn through five episodes in a row when what I should be doing is housework. Not the kind of … Continue reading Cuz I’m a Punk Rocker, Yes I Am.
Permission Denied
Today I deny myself permission. I deny myself permission to feel less, to overthink, to let my thoughts be ruled by damage done by other people. I deny myself permission to doubt or to go against my values. I deny myself permission to drown in grief or mourn in unhealthy ways. I deny myself permission … Continue reading Permission Denied
Permission Granted
Today I give myself permission. I give myself permission to exist wherever I am,to enjoy the air moving around me,to luxuriate in the comfort of my warm bed. I give myself permission to share space with my animals who love me,to be proud of how I take care of my home,to feel OK with being … Continue reading Permission Granted
Small Joys, Quiet Wins
Have you ever agreed to something because it sounded like a good idea at the time, and then the moment comes and you’re sitting there thinking, why did I say yes to this? What am I saying — of course you have, everybody does that. This week started out exactly like that for me, but … Continue reading Small Joys, Quiet Wins
Back to normal …
Today feels like the real wrap up of summer here, and it’s one of those changes you can actually see and hear. Just a few days ago the town was bursting at the seams, with voices carrying up from the beach starting before 6:30 in the morning and still drifting through the streets at one … Continue reading Back to normal …
What happens next?
Well, it happened—I missed a day of posting. Some days you have to just turn it all off for your own well-being, and yesterday was that day. I was overwhelmed this weekend. Between email misunderstandings, rent stress, and the isolation that comes with moving to another country alone, it all just caught up with me. … Continue reading What happens next?
From “Ew, Shrimp” to Paella Night: My Spanish Food Glow-Up
When I first got here, I couldn’t peel a shrimp. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Too gross. Little antennae, little eyes, absolutely not. I ordered them, sure, but only if someone else did the dirty work. Fast forward, and now I’m the one in the kitchen elbow-deep in mussels, scrubbing shells like it’s the most normal thing in … Continue reading From “Ew, Shrimp” to Paella Night: My Spanish Food Glow-Up
These shoes weren’t meant for walking … apparently.
Some things you keep wearing long after they’ve stopped fitting the world’s idea of what’s “appropriate.” For me, it’s a pair of flip-flops. I fell again today. Same pair of flip-flops, same week, same downward momentum. I’ve always been a jeans-and-t-shirt-and-flip-flops kind of gal. I’ve built my life around comfort. Back when I was working … Continue reading These shoes weren’t meant for walking … apparently.
Steps, Big and Small
I have this goal to post every single day, but tonight when I sat down I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about — because it’s actually been a good day. And lately, I’ve caught myself wondering where my good days have gone. Still, I’ve been showing up for my goals, even when … Continue reading Steps, Big and Small
It's Fine, I'm Fine, Everything's Fine 