Sentiments of Other People-Pleasing Perfectionists (9/13/2022)

If itโ€™s not right, itโ€™s not right. What I really mean is, if itโ€™s not perfect, itโ€™s not right. Thatโ€™s the kind of person I have been all my life. I think it started with just people pleasingโ€”I wanted to do right, be right, perform right, so that others would like me, compliment me, praise … Continue reading Sentiments of Other People-Pleasing Perfectionists (9/13/2022)

Am I Unwanted? (9/2/22)

Am I undesirable? Is there something wrong with me? Why doesnโ€™t anyone want to be my friend? A wounded heart whispers behind shameful eyelids, wondering, wandering inside a pain-drained homebody built on the sand of confusion. Itโ€™s a lonely home where we all dwell at some point, sunk into emotions that rally the hurt, the … Continue reading Am I Unwanted? (9/2/22)

Alive Again, Part 1 (33/40)

Writing has the power to immortalize a person in a fascinating way, I have learned. Iโ€™ve been reading my auntโ€™s book, Starting with Goodbye: A Daughterโ€™s Memoir of Love after Loss, over the last few weeks, savoring every minute. The book is about my grandfather, my auntโ€™s father, about their relationship before and after his … Continue reading Alive Again, Part 1 (33/40)

The Day My Husband Didnโ€™t Die, Part 2 (30/40)

Almost exactly five years ago, I wrote a blog post whose title Iโ€™d never forget. โ€œThe Day My Husband Didnโ€™t Die.โ€ I can still remember exactly where I was, how I felt, what I was doing just before I wrote it. And how the Fear had gripped me. The Fear that my husband would die … Continue reading The Day My Husband Didnโ€™t Die, Part 2 (30/40)

โ€œEnslaved to Our Stuffโ€ Part 2 (25/40)

Last week I wrote about Godโ€™s re-question to me, โ€œAm I enslaved to my stuff?โ€ This week I am coming to realize that Iโ€™m not. Not enslaved to my stuff, that is, but I am enslaved to something: Time. This is a very difficult realization for me, but a true one. Time has been a … Continue reading โ€œEnslaved to Our Stuffโ€ Part 2 (25/40)