I am Enough. Am I? YES! Why? Why? That is the question here. I think that all women have such a deep rooted force within that pushes us to try to be the very best. Best Wife. Best Mother. Best Friend. Best Daughter. Best. Best. Best. And the list goes on and on...
For as long as I can remember I have desperately wanted to belong. I have always felt odd, apart from, and less than ~ a freak among the ordinary shine. I have a secret compartment inside my mind that holds a big stick with which...
I was born into the energy of “I am not enough”. My mother had it, my father had it, my culture reeked of it. My mother was mentally ill, my father was a recovering addict turned preacher…both trying to prove they were enough living as...
I am enough. Surely I came into this world knowing this, yet somehow, I sloughed off this belief layer by layer. And replaced it with hard-edged, cruel fillers: I am ugly. I am dumb. I am inarticulate. I am certainly not enough. The hows and whys of this deflating departure are...
Moving from sunshine to shade can be a pretty quick transition. Coming off of a bright sunny family vacation back only to be met by dark clouds and scattered showers can leave a girl dejected and depleted. Such is life I guess. I should know...
Let me start by asking, how many of you have struggled with the thought that you are not where you always thought you would be, by now? Having this opportunity to write my thoughts on being enough could not have come at a better time for...
Since I was 6 years old, I had one dream: to be on Broadway. It was my air, my food, my water, my drug, my life, my passion, and my identity. I chased it and chased it hard, spending time and money and love for...
This is me. No makeup, messy hair, flushed and sweaty from the gym. I am much more comfortable now with the face I see when I look in the mirror. Just like this, I am enough. I am worthy of love, respect, and appreciation. Sometimes I...
I had originally written the post at Shutter Sisters for this blog. It's quite personal and so I figured sharing on my personal blog was appropriate. I was actually a little nervous about being so vulnerable by sharing such a story. But, it felt like something...
I've been thinking about stories. About how everything is a story. About how every thought is really its own story. About how logic doesn't necessarily matter because if it feels true to you, it is true for you. About how beliefs are really just stories that we've been told...