I wait patiently for the session during which my coaching client whispers, “I am enough”. It always comes. It comes after a grueling internal battle between “should be” and “am”, or a descent down a steep ravine of fear and doubt that eventually leads to...
It's the very first day of this year's Week in the Life with Ali Edwards. I am giddy! Won't you join the fun and celebrate your amazing life by documenting your week with us? ...
"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."- Anais Nin ...
When I was in my very early twenties, I wrote this little snippet in my journal about my enoughness: You told me once I'm ugly, that no one could ever love me. In fact, you told me many, many times. You also told me I was...
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I am just like you: doing my best to love life in spite of my flaws. Some days it’s easy. I see joy everywhere and feel so connected. Then there are the times I get stuck inside my head, heart heavy with fog. On these days I search for (extra)ordinary little miracles: Pot of French Earl Grey Perfect...
In handing my 13-year-old daughter my new iphone and teaching her the basics of Hipstamatic, I was evoking magic. With her creative flair and a brand new muse, I knew she'd manage create something wonderful and have a blast doing it. That's the way it goes with...
When I went public again with my blog a few months ago after an intensely private time in my life, I slowly stopped writing about coming out. I wouldn’t say I went back into hiding; maybe even the opposite is true. I resumed writing about...
Enough to Change the World Sometimes, “I am enough” comes with a quiet surrender to all we can’t do. It’s the recognition of “I am enough, even though I can’t end world hunger.” “I am enough, even without leading a movement of thousands.” “I am enough,...
Someone recently commented in passing that they were curious about my husband. She mentioned that although she had become acquainted with my daughters through my blog that she had never seen a photo of my husband. She's right. I don't post much about him. You know,...