The physical ways we’re being asked to be more real are pretty obvious, like roots growing out, moustaches and eyebrows growing in, hair remaining disheveled for days on end. But what about all the other ways we’re being asked to show our realness, too?
There can be a fine line between using social media to help you feel connected and using it to numb out. Because guess what happens when you start using it all day long to numb out? Instead of easing things for you, it compounds your stress, anxiety, and depression.
When you are in uncertainty, you’re naturally drawn outside yourself to find the answers. There’s a feeling of desperation that often begins to accompany the unknown. An inner pressure builds, pushing you to hurry up and find a way back to certainty.
It’s hard to hear the wisdom of our inner compass when we’re moving at the speed of light. Yet we don’t need to bring the pace to a fast and complete halt to begin to feel better.
The year after I graduated from college, I was in the early throes of navigating a chronic illness that lasted another 8 years and completely altered the life that I’d known up to that point.
It’s time to let go of working so hard to try to succeed at self care and instead have your self-care happen with more ease.
I’ve hit patches of stress overload so many times in my life. And each time, I subsequently hit a wall of overwhelm and paralysis that used to stop me in my tracks. But as I’ve learned to respond differently to that wall, guess what happens? The stress I experience in the presence of the wall notably decreases and I recover from the overwhelm so much faster.
Can you guess what was special about February 6th for me? It marked two years since my sweet, cancerous thyroid flew on to other adventures. And she sure taught me a helluva lot before she headed out.
I became a bigger “Swiftie” this weekend. (For those saying, “Huh?”, a Swiftie is a Taylor Swift fan! 😃) My wife and I watched Miss Americana, a new documentary about Taylor Swift. The theme of the movie was so in line with my last post about people-pleasing and anxiety that I couldn’t help but write a part 2 to last week’s blog!
I was 14. I walked into the locker room as my basketball coach was walking out and I smiled at her. She didn’t smile back.
