We’ve all heard the phrase, “Fake it till you make it.” Oftentimes, we use it as a mantra to help us through challenges. At least, in my experience, that’s when educators use it the most. As teachers, we are asked to create positive learning environments for our students. We are also told our attitudes setContinue reading “Fake It Till You Make It”
Recently, I learned the difference between grit and grind. Brene Brown described the difference something like this: Grit is doing the right kind of hard – pushing through for what’s on the inside of you. Grind is doing the hard stuff for others and the external rewards. I’m a big self-reflection kind of gal. AlwaysContinue reading “Grit Over Grind”
Recently, I decided to take a huge leap of faith. It has been one of the scariest leaps I’ve ever decided to take. It has caused grief because change always does. And, I feel free. I deserve to fly, and in order to fly, I must leap.
We sat in a crowded church on an uncrowded pew on Christmas Eve. The crowd triggered my anxiety but having a pew mostly to ourselves comforted me. At the end of the service, the pastor pointed out a small privilege we take for granted in this modern world – automatic street lights. As the sunContinue reading “Trail of Light”
You can’t stuff away life’s baggage. One day, you’ll open that closet in search of a special outfit for the most special occasion and the baggage will peak its head around that favorite dress you’ve saved for years because someday it’ll fit again.
I’m in the trenches over here trying to learn about self-compassion and how to ask for what I need. Having a conversation about things I need from others for my own emotional well-being takes my body to panic attack levels because past life experiences programmed me to believe my emotional needs make me weak. Unlearning is difficult.
This season is teaching me a little bit about gentle self-love and compassion.
On February 14, 1992, I was sitting in my second-grade social studies class learning about Martin Luther King, Jr. and the 90-mile march from Selma to Birmingham when the infamous question preyed upon me. What side of history would I have been on? Today, in 2021, I cogitate why I didn’t interrogate my teachers more.Continue reading “What Side of History Am I On?”
The sun had not risen yet as I drove to work one random morning about a month ago. My mind was busy with all the day-to-day worries that I should hand over to God but have trouble doing because I’m human and because I’m fearful of losing control and of the unknown.
More of perspective than a story; ranting more than enlightening
Just some thoughts from my heart and brain.
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