Been having trouble writing lately. I guess trouble isn’t fair to say. I haven’t even been trying. I do go so far as to write in my planner to “Start a writing practice…at least 30 min/day!!”
Pretty cute, I know.
Too bad I don’t do a damn thing with it.
And yet, here I am today. I’m choosing to be compassionate with myself, rather than hateful and critical. It’s hard. It’s much easier for me to keep talking shit to myself the way I have been for the last few months…
Continue reading self-compassion and punishment.
Self-care. Where art thou? What doth thou mean? How do I locate thee? How do I know if I need thee?
Continue reading 7 ways to get your life ready for self-care.
Welcome to my first post on my blog (seriously hate that word) my something to say. I’ve always loved writing. It’s been kind of obnoxious my whole life. Even in school I loved writing. I had a professor in undergrad tell me once, “You’re a great writer, but I don’t need to hear every single thought you have.” As I type that it sounds harsher than how I took it…or how I thought I took it.
Continue reading the fear of failing before you even start.