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Finding Ease in Your Fast and Racing Mind

A fast and racing mind can be really uncomfortable. A part of yourself feels scattered. How do you reclaim those scattered pieces of yourself and even begin to experience a small sense of integration and ease, even if it’s only for just a moment? Well, know this: There isn’t one right way. And there isn’t a wrong way. There is only a way, and that is the way that is effective for you. As luck would have it (some sarcasm), there seems to be a whole bunch of people whose ways are similar, which can make it seem Read More

When Life Feels Too Hard, Remember This!

Sometimes life just feels too hard. Have you ever noticed this? Sometimes things feel easy AF, while at other times they feel monumental, laborious, impossible even. Like, why was it so easy to eat lunch yesterday, and today it feels like I’m spooning concrete down my throat? Or, like, why did I feel so light yesterday, and today I feel like I’m suffocating under a ton of bricks? It’s like this for me ALL the time! When I feel good, when things feel easy, I think I’ve finally made it. I’ve conquered life! When things feel hard, when Read More

Stop Telling Me What To Do!

Love your body! Accept your body! Be happy with your body!⁠ ⁠There was a time in my recovery that I got so angry over all the body positivity prompts and everyone telling me that I needed to be kind to my body and be grateful for my body. I swear (and I did)…if I had to hear one more person tell me to love my body, I was going to SCREAM!!! ⁠I understood the intention. It is a message that needs to be shared and spread. It’s an important one, too! Every body is a worthy body! ⁠…but Read More

Material Girl

Materialistic! This was a bad word in the times when I grew up. It means to be excessively concerned with material possessions, to be money-oriented. It was bad to be material-oriented. I wanted to be good. I wanted to be good. I wanted to be good. The intention behind the lesson was well-meaning but it was received in error. Little did anyone know, let alone myself, that my brain didn’t have a channel of gray connecting black and white. It only understood extremes. Good and bad. Yes and no. Right and wrong. My brain’s receiver had access to Read More