A reason to purge

My dresser drawers barely close. I fold, stuff and shove, but they don't stay shut. Fabric peers out from the top. Too much stuff. I fancy myself a Purger, a lady who lives light, who doesn't value things too much. But how can that be true when my drawers are half open, contents spilling out? … Continue reading A reason to purge

When in doubt

I've mentioned before I was quite neurotic as a child, nervous and over-analyzing. Afraid to be wrong. That's still me, but the stakes are higher. I'm not just deciding which clothes will make me popular. Now I'm choosing financial investments and career moves. Big stuff. My mind swirls with great ideas and good intentions, things … Continue reading When in doubt

It’s almost impossible

On Sunday, amidst the usual flurry of activity, my friend, Kerry, shoved Freefall to Fly into my hands. The exchange happened in seconds. I don't really remember why she gave it to me, except that we had talked about it recently. She was spot on. This is what I needed to read. Somewhere hidden in the … Continue reading It’s almost impossible

The danger of safety

Word of warning: This post is about comfort. You may feel un-comfortable while reading.Two weeks ago I wrote about living in between, about the unhappy space where I live, a place in which I have a dream, goal or destination floating somewhere in front of me, and yet I do nothing to move towards it.This “ah-ha” led me to the … Continue reading The danger of safety