There is no rewind button, and the only pause we should be pressing is when we need to reset our stance. With our chest full of air, shoulders back, and fists on hips… A motherf**king powerhouse.
Tag: bloggers
Anxiety Bubbles
My chest is tight. There are knots and fizzy bubbles in my heart.
Not a Near Death Experience
This is my accountability post. I’m going big. I’m doing this for me. What’s yours?
A Letter from Your Future Self
No, this isn’t a letter from your child-self. An apology. An acknowledgement of some past trauma or insecurity. No, this is not another of those letters. This is a letter from your future self…
Busy or Not a Priority
With four blissful hours to myself in a clean and quiet house what did I do? I pottered around… WTF! Am I 80! Who the fuck potters around with no kids, no husband and a clean house…
Don’t blog drunk…
No good blog was ever written drunk… One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.
Sleep Meditation
Morning muse as a Mother who is trying some new namaste-ing in her life… x
I Made My Son Cry Today
I made my son cry today. It’s not my finest moment, nor is it one I intentionally did. You see… Read more I Made My Son Cry Today
Life & Death. We’re in Deep.
How is it that life can be so “normal” one moment and then upside down and inside out the next?… Read more Life & Death. We’re in Deep.
Dear 2020 – EAD
Hey 2020! Yeah you! What the fuck man?! …
