Self-care is something I don’t think I knew about until at least six years ago, maybe even longer. Maybe it’s also something I’ve been doing all my life. Maybe it just didn’t have a term until recently. I am an only child of a single mother. I had to do a lot of things… Continue reading What Is Self-Care?
“I’m trying to figure you out.” Says my new friend. How do I explain to a teenager without over-explaining and trying to keep it PG? I’m not anything special to figure out. If I’m supposed to be figured out, no one has yet! Haha! I don’t think people are things to figure out. I do… Continue reading Love & Other…Stuff
A friend I guess I’m closest to (as far as how well she knows me and in other ways how close she lives to me compared to friends I’ve made who live out of state & even different countries) asked if I’m staying in my apartment another asked month. I basically told her what I’d… Continue reading The Mooch Friend
I think as children a majority of us were taught to just “suck it up”. To keep a “stiff upper lip” and all that instead of learning how to express with and deal with our emotions in a healthy manner. I think it’s important even as an adult to be able to sit for a… Continue reading Masking Emotions
Okay. When it comes to me I’m pretty open and opinionated. Ok stop laughing and nodding. I know I can talk people’s ears off. But more people “claim” to know me, and don’t really know crap about me. They know maybe one side, one facet to me. I’ve learned over the past decade or so…that… Continue reading Openness…
There are certainly different kinds of respect. Or what you think of as respect. Respect can come from wealth, money, or power–and yah that kind of respect can be nice. There is the respect that comes with authority; whether a business or in a family setting. Respect should definitely go along with love. But what… Continue reading Respect and Dreams
I’ll tell you. I’m not sure if you guys can tell but I am a pretty open person. At least I try to be. In the past it could come back to bit me in the butt. So I had decided to keep things to myself more often, even if it eats me up inside… Continue reading What’s Stress Got To Do With It?