Labyrinth

I’m in a power struggle with the world right now, and the world is winning. Each day, I lose more and more control. For instance, I’m jumping into an entirely new career and chapter in life. I’m applying to jobs outside of my comfort zone, for roles that are very new to me – whereContinue reading “Labyrinth”

Fake It Till You Make It

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”

Grit Over Grind

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”

Trail of Light

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”

Be Gentle

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.

What Side of History Am I On?

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?”

To the Feet of Love

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.