A while back, my mom, pointed out that many of the “woke community” are stuck on the number 17. I thought it was odd. I had never had any love for the number before. So, why was ot now the number that came to mind each time I went to exaggerate or enumerate. “There are … Continue reading 17
Those words fell through my mouth as I was speaking to a friend recently. I was in one of my counseling-not-counseling sessions. I said them for her and then immediately knew they were for me too. “Thank you for protecting me. I’m ready now.” That’s what you say when you realize that your past self has been fighting … Continue reading “Thank you for protecting me. I’m ready now.”
All these little bits add up. All these mini accolades help to fuel me and I am storing them up as I go along. They are one of the few tools that I am using to power my way through the ends of difficult runs and hard decisions. Continue reading Cheerleaders
…[H]onor where you are. This phrase has become a great motto for me as I journey to push myself. Continue reading Where You Are…
It made me begin to really explore my definition of what is “healthy.” I wanted to have a goal worth striving for that wasn’t a way to judge myself against others. Continue reading Responsibility
“I am not very good at finishing things,” I told her.
She looked at me a little dumbfounded and asked me why I would think that. Arminda listened to me regale her with the many failures in my life: nursing school turned to Biology Pre-medical, turned to bartending in a corporate chain of restaurants. How could she not see?! Continue reading Goals
Eating My Way Through It 