Change when you least expect it.
It’s not often that we get to experience a moment that connects the all of the dots in our lives into a picture we’ve been trying to see almost as long as we can remember. I had one of those very recently, and the clarity, (and the hits,) just keep on coming. What I’m talking about is…
Owning Our Failures
None of us truly wants to admit when we’ve failed… when we’ve been wrong or wronged another… when we have been unable or unwilling to live up to our highest ideals of who we are or who we want to be. We don’t want to say out loud to ourselves, or to another person, that have fallen…
And I swim…
When we last left our heroine (that would be me), she was realizing that despite everything she thought or felt, she actually floats. But what we also know, even if she can’t remember it just yet, is that she is far more resilient than that… she actually swims. And I do… I swim. I swim a lot.…
What about when change is forced upon you?
I guess it’s about time to comment on my absence. Why I’ve been M.I.A. and what’s been going on during this time. In all the transparency and vulnerability I can muster, I have spent the last many months in that landscape that is so completely and painfully illustrated by the image above. Perhaps you know that land?…
Mine – There is another way (Or learning that change is really possible.)
NOTE: this turned out to be a much longer story than I had originally thought (as life has a habit of doing.) So, I’ve had to break this story into parts. PART I Let’s jump into the way-back machine and I’ll tell you a little story about the first really life-altering change(s) that happened in my life…
