This week, before I found out my results, my daughter and I saw a stunning, full, double rainbow from our backyard. On that crisp, dewy morning, we stood outside and soaked it in.
I made a pact with myself that I’d tell no one, especially not my husband...
When I was a young child, my mom would round the kitchen corner and have to pry a stick of butter out of my greasy hands. I’ve been staring down this demon since I can remember.
As we lay in the dark room, my husband placed his steady, strong hand on my neck.
Go take a Vitamin D pill now. Hurry! Don’t ask; just do it. I guarantee you, you’re deficient---in Vitamin D, that is. I can’t speak for those other things.
I lay on the ground in serious pain. One leg is propped up on a bench, the rest of me on the cool, dewey grass, as I try to focus on the squirrels in the trees above me. “Breathe,” I tell myself.
“The place of true healing is a fierce place. It’s a giant place. It’s a place of monstrous beauty and endless dark and glimmering light. And you have to work really, really, really hard to get there, but you can do it.” --Cheryl Strayed “I need to get lost in the woods,” I told my … Continue reading Get Lost
Fear of Change Show me a job without stress—I dare you. Even the jobs that often don’t provide a paycheck (caregiving and volunteering, to name a few) don’t come without their hair-pulling, gut wrenching, controlled sighing, tear-inducing, and expletive-muttering. Something tells me you’ve been there before. I am a high school English teacher. It’s not … Continue reading Cold Feet
Practicing Acceptance I’m a perfect 10. 10.32 to be exact. That’s my most recent TSH (Thyroid Stimulating Hormone) level for my Hashimotos Thyroiditis. I know, it sounds like something Doc McStuffins made up. And while I wish a Band-Aid and a kiss from Lambie would cure this, I’m learning to accept these numeric reports … Continue reading I’m a Perfect 10!