Anonymous me

Do you ever wish that you could share completely open- totally bare- but be anonymous?

It’ s like my heart has so much to say, so much it wants to explore, but it holds back. I started thinking about what I would share if I were anonymous. Actually I have written several posts never to be seen just to feel the freedom in writing what I wish I could say, if my face were veiled.

Funny enough, I like these posts better. Raw. Bare. Hurting. Me.  Continue reading

Confessions of a fear-aholic.

Oh dear friends, this is a hard one to write, because not to brag, but I am really good at hiding away the parts of me that I don’t like.

Never mind what you might think of them, but I don’t even like the sight of them. And I am working on this, loving all the parts of me…. like all the parts, even the ones I don’t even acknowledge are there.  Continue reading

Taking back the pockets

I’ve decided that some of my most restful and reflective times are in the pockets.  You know, the pockets of time in between work and kids and errands, those little moments between life.

They are the 10 minutes we wait in the drive-through line, picking our kids from school. The 5 minutes we are told it will take for a hot cheese pizza to finish baking. The brief moments in the car or walking from our desk to the bathroom or standing idly in line at Starbucks.  Continue reading