Giving up fear for Lent has meant facing some of my greatest fears: I had ants take over my desk and I am terrified of ants.
Jim’s ex wife took him to court again last week and we always navigate fear around that.
Not having the money to travel where I need to get to freaks me the hell out. Oh sure, I haven’t been giving it up perfectly but when the fear starts to rise I ask where it is coming from and then I look at it and I ask myself… Is my fear valid or does it represen
The other day I was talking to a friend and I said to her, “Stop being afraid of what you don’t know — that’s the adventure!” I immediately said to her text that shit to me, that is GENIUS! I used to talk to my grandma about what it was like to wait for a letter from my grandpa during the war. She would talk about how the waiting was equal parts torture and excitement. She said the knowing and the waiting was excruciating and also practical. She didn’t know if she would get a
On January 22, 2017 I wrote this essay titled Fear. A few months later it got published on Kind Over Matter, a website dedicated to being kinder to yourself and others. The same fear I described last year is what holds so many of us back in 2018. How can we take action when we are being pulled under by quicksand? “Fear says, No. Do not go. Stay here in my soft, soupy, glistening sand that slowly envelops your body in a nice, warm suffocating hug. Fear. Stuck. Not moving forwa
What if anger didn’t lead to violence? What if anger didn’t lead to violence perpetrated by ourselves against our own bodies or other women’s bodies? What if we feminized anger? What if anger… …led to passion… …led to action? What if we acted out of a space of passionate anger? We have to forgive ourselves for letting each other down in our own misperceptions about other women. We are trapped in a never ending cycle of fear paralysis. We have been blaming and shaming ourselve
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I used to be terrified of public speaking. When I was in my speech and debate class I would literally throw up before having to get up in front of my little class of 15-20 students. It was silly. I had grown up with these people. We knew each other well. My teacher would even sometimes hand me a trash can so that I could throw up and move on. I remember the first time I chose to speak in front of people as an adult. I volunteered/was asked to speak at a rally at t
10. Built a BOMB ASS following online! That has led to connections with:
Kick Ass Academics
Glorious politicians 9. Pursued and obtained a PhD! I had mediocre grades, nearly failed statistics, and was told that my work was irrelevant. 8. Gone to a therapist! I was going through post-divorce insanity back in 2010. Going to therapy meant that I had to look at my own failings and it also got me to start praying to something bigger than
The events in Charlottesville, VA 10 days ago smacked me in the face and left me paralyzed. White supremacy is is NOT OK. It makes me feel gaggy in my throat with anger. It makes me damn mad. I know I am not alone in that feeling. I know that there are more of us than them. I also know that I am not surprised about what happened in Charlottesville. I see my privilege.
I am white…I am middle-upper class…I am married…I am educated.
People assume that makes me like them when w
I am finished. Done. It is over. One year of a PhD program under my belt.
One more year of raising three beautiful children under my belt.
One more year of focusing on loving my other half under my belt.
One more year of consciously embracing my BADASS self under my belt. I am in the middle of recovery. This last year was one of the most spiritually fulfilling, expansive, emotional, rip your chest open and fillet your soul spilling years of my life. I have never sobbed ha