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This has been on my heart to write about for a while now.  I learned the concept in therapy, to assume that those that love and care about us have good intentions and aren’t specifically out to hurt us.  Inevitably in any relationship, feelings get hurt and offenses do happen. But I don’t think they need to happen as much as they do. And I think that text and email have contributed to an increase in misunderstandings and offenses. If you find yourself taking offense easily, or feeling like people close to you don’t like you or are purposely out to hurt you, I highly encourage you to seek therapy. This can be a trauma response resulting from unhealed emotional or psychological issues.  This is really the first step, because what I’m about to share next wouldn’t have helped me before I did my own self-healing. You need to believe in yourself and see yourself as a good person, worthy of love and kindness.  You ARE!  You are a good person, worthy of love and kindness, in case no one has to

While the year hasn’t necessarily started off with all good things, I feel proud of myself and my emotional maturity for the way I’ve been able to navigate and pivot among some unfortunate events. First, my MacBook screen stopped working on my laptop. My work laptop. The one I use to prepare tax returns, and I’m trying to get ready for tax season. Not the best timing. Reminds me of a few years ago in early January when my website went down and I had to scramble to make a new one while sitting at one of my daughters volleyball tournaments on a weekend. Next, I started working on my personal tax return to make sure I was on track with my own estimated tax payments and came to the conclusion that I am going to owe about $12,000, when I was expecting that amount to be more like $2,000. Yay for more business and more revenue, not so much for the more in taxes part 😬 Then, around 9:30 last night, I happened to check my email before bed and learned that my credit card had been skimmed and th

During my quiet time with the Lord this morning I was praying for my girls. They are 12 and 15 years old. When I look at them, I see such strong, beautiful, kind, smart, amazing humans! Physically, they are fit and athletic. At their doctor checkups, they are right where they are supposed to be in terms of height, weight and BMI.  But because of our genetics, we all have a little junk in the trunk if ya know what I mean 🍑 As a 44 year old woman, I can look at my daughters and their friends, and see the beauty in all the different body types that God has created. But as a teenager myself, I felt fat, ugly and unattractive. I’m sure this was perpetuated by my 125 lb mother constantly talking about her body in a negative way. If she thought she was fat, then I definitely was fat at 155lbs (my teenage weight) and let’s not even talk about what I weigh now! And while I know health wise, it would benefit me to lose another 30-40 lbs, overall I am content in the body God created me in. I hav