Why is it so difficult for me to be kind to myself? Why do I struggle to be gentle with my soul, to love and cultivate my spirit, and truly see myself? It is easy for me to nurture others. To reflect back to them...
Three months ago the adorable and effervescent Tracey Clark invited me to write a testimony of being enough. I however, have long struggled in writing this piece. Why? Because I don’t feel like I am Enough. At the moment I would say I am a...
I am enough. I can think those words just fine. I can even say them if I do a little mental gymnastics and ignore the little voice in the back of my mind that likes to tell me the exact opposite. We all have those...
I have been thinking about these three words ever since I first read about this amazing project. I am enough. I have debated internally whether I believe them, if I can own them on a more frequent basis and I have tried to use them...
For a long time, I felt deeply inadequate as a person. I was missing something important. As a grown adult, I was incapable of tying my shoes, or riding a bike, or jumping rope. What twenty-nine year-old can't tie her own shoes? See, I had...
With all the abuse, loss and self-hatred I have suffered my whole life I feel like I am finally turning a corner. The wounds are deep. My body remembers it all. I can recall all the negative events in my life with great detail, but...
There's this one scene in the movie Pretty Woman where Vivian is lying in bed with Edward. The dialogue goes like this: Vivian: People put you down enough, you start to believe it. Edward: I think you are a very bright, very special woman. Vivian: The bad stuff...
The other day, my daughters and I were out for an afternoon stroll. I almost always take my camera on walks and on this day, at the last minute, decided to put on my macro lens {for really close up shots}. I never intended to...
I am enough. I am struggling with those words. I have struggled with those words for a long time and never realized it. But now, today, it seems to be particularly nagging at me. My head – that logical side – screams, “Of course, you’re enough! Don’t...
I can’t point to any time in my life when I actually, really felt like I was enough of anything. I was always the oddball in my family, and although they laughed about it and didn’t seem really bothered, I always knew I wasn’t normal...