Journaling is not a practice that came naturally to me. In fact, for the first three decades of my life, I did not engage in writing–in any form–voluntarily. I’ve learned that I share this experience with many reluctant writers who have suffered from the traumatic experience of writing in school: assigned topics for which I
Fear is a core emotion we all experience. It’s neither good nor bad. By design, it protects us, but can also paralyze us. It may provide the physical energy we need to fight or take flight. A quick survey of our Monday group, Freedom To Be, revealed a myriad of fears: heights, public speaking, dogs,
The holidays are over, and I like to take a moment to reflect. At our house, tradition brings a themed scavenger hunt that leads to a present for our kids, our way of making an event out of giving money as a gift. Writing and hiding the clues—each including directions to the next, along with
Sometimes it seems as if the grip of winter will never let go. Every venture out-of-doors requires bundling up–again. Coat, hat, scarf, gloves, boots. Ice on the sidewalks–again. Shoveling snow–again. The waiting-room carpet is a dirty disaster–again. Cars are filthy and cry for maintenance–again. Taxes are due–again. Hassle. Hassle. Hassle. The gray skies of winter
What would it look like if we were somehow granted the opportunity to peek into the daily life of a person who is practicing self-love–successfully acting as his/her own best friend? At the risk of repetition, the study of a person engaged in self-love would reveal a person claiming the time and resources to live