Cross country is a wonderful sport…strange, but wonderful. I’ll never forget the time a dear friend came to see me run in college and after my race she walked up and said, “Well, that was the strangest thing I’ve ever seen. The gun went off and all the runners took off running and the spectators … More Face your Fears: Plan.
Spectator. According to the wrinkled-up pages of the thesaurus on my shelf, synonyms for this word are “onlooker,” “bystander,” “watcher,” and (the one that makes my stomach tighten) “nonparticipant.” This is what I’ve been in my own life for almost a year now. A spectator sitting back….looking on as my day-to-day unwraps itself slowly, like a Christmas … More The Spectator
Lately, I’ve been remembering. Someone close to me is walking a path I’m all too familiar with so I’ve been her “person.” I’m the one she calls when she’s spiraling. The one she calls when she’s processing. The one she calls when she needs safe ears to absorb all the cuss words. I’ve heard that … More Marking the Moments.
He gimped into the kitchen this morning looking like a little old man. He was wearing his blue house slippers and his bathrobe was tied loosely over his pajamas. Under one arm he carried the book he hasn’t been able to put down all week and from the other dangled his water bottle. “What’s up … More The Only Way Through.
When I started writing this post last weekend, it began with these words: “I have a million things to do today, but my heart is pounding and my fingertips will not be stilled. Thoughts…stuff…has been racing around in my head all morning.” Last Saturday morning, I was getting ready to hit my yoga mat and follow it … More Going Home Empty: What I discovered about living on the day I could have died
At the beginning of every new year I choose a focus word. Nothing fancy, special, or magical about it. Just a simple word that I can rely on throughout the year. My word helps me clarify and articulate my vision for the year. It helps me stay focused and set goals that help me accomplish … More A Dirty, Four-Letter Word.
Sometimes it sneaks up behind me; taps me on the shoulder when I least expect it. Sometimes I go toe-to-toe, stare it down, and double-dog dare it to try to take me down. Sometimes I wrestle it through the night until dawn….and walk away with a limp like Jacob’s. But all the time I know … More Facing Fear
He exhaled loudly and fidgeted in the seat next to me. Out of the corner of my eye I could tell that he was nervous. “It’s going to be ok, you know?” I said softly. He looked at me and smiled. “Yeah. I know,” he agreed. “It’s just….I’ve…..never done anything like this before. I’ve never … More The Difference Between Quitting and Walking Away