Tag: insecurity
Who Am I?
Just a week or so ago I was spinning. The moment we’ve dreamed about for a long time arrived. Our son’s healing was at the point he could be in a general education setting in his home school. So, for the 4th time since school began in August, our schedules and routines were changing. I’m…
I hate my. . .
Who hasn’t uttered the words I hate my… -life -ass -body -nose -laugh -hair -name -job -eyes -skin -nails -belly -breasts -fat -sex life -lack of _____ I am the first one raising my hand. At different times in my life: I’ve said it to myself, to others, I’ve written about it, I’ve thought it…
Vulnerably Naked
So as many of you who read my blog regularly know, I was bulimic from the age of 8 until I went to treatment at 25. You don’t go to treatment and POOF, your healed. It’s a way to get a giant head start (if you are willing to face your discomfort) towards healing. I’m going…
How Do You Get What You Want?
Have you ever wanted to do something for yourself so much and yet come up with many obstacles that keep you from that very thing? Things like: change jobs/careers; shift relationships; improve body image; try a new activity that stretches you; travel; date someone that didn’t exactly fit every box, yet the most important dealbreakers…
Scarcity or Abundance?
Had a convo with a new friend recently. We were at a local spot with a community board. As I went to grab a napkin, I noticed a couple of colleague’s cards on the board. And shared with her, I was excited to see people I knew. My new friend, jokingly suggested, I take out…
Taking the STING out of Conflicts
So the other day I was sharing a story my son’s day at camp with a friend. And she was struck by the way he handled a conflict with a friend. A day or two before Eli had been called a name by this friend. He handled the conflicts as most 9 year olds would…
Lost Luggage, Lost love
I recently traveled for vacation with my 8 year old son meeting my hubby in Minneapolis. A short time before our flight boarded, the flight was canceled. No crew. We thankfully made it to the TOP of the list for the next flight to fly standby. When we agreed to fly standby, the airline rep told us,…
The Power of Words
Words are soooo powerful. When I was a kid my Grandma and my Dad used to call me the “da greser” and my sister “da kleyner”. Pronounced: (dah graseh = long A and lightly rolled “r”) and (dah klayneh = long A). Loosely translated Greser is Yiddish for bigger, older, greater while Kleyner was little, younger, smaller. Well…
I Am Always The Strong One
I am always the strong one. At least that is the illusion I told myself. I am the one who remains clear headed and calm while the chaos ensues around me. I’m the one that handles the crisis during the crisis. The cost is I don’t get to my feelings until much later after the…
