Have you ever been on the precipice of something that you fully believed in, you knew was going to work, going to be successful but you just can’t jump? That’s been me recently. Fear of failure, or worse fear of success? I live my life surrounded by affirmations, or that is, I did. It’s been … Continue reading Unfinished …
Tag: midlife reflection
The Monster, The Mirror, & Me.
Sometimes a story holds up a mirror when you least expect it, and what you see changes you a little. This one did. I just finished watching Guillermo del Toro's Frankenstein, and it landed heavier than I expected. The moment the monster stepped into the light, something shifted. It was a feeling, the kind that … Continue reading The Monster, The Mirror, & Me.
Cuz I’m a Punk Rocker, Yes I Am.
Today, I took a day off! But not the kind of day where I sit on the couch making lists in my head of everything I am not doing. Not the kind of day where I burn through five episodes in a row when what I should be doing is housework. Not the kind of … Continue reading Cuz I’m a Punk Rocker, Yes I Am.
Permission Denied
Today I deny myself permission. I deny myself permission to feel less, to overthink, to let my thoughts be ruled by damage done by other people. I deny myself permission to doubt or to go against my values. I deny myself permission to drown in grief or mourn in unhealthy ways. I deny myself permission … Continue reading Permission Denied
Permission Granted
Today I give myself permission. I give myself permission to exist wherever I am,to enjoy the air moving around me,to luxuriate in the comfort of my warm bed. I give myself permission to share space with my animals who love me,to be proud of how I take care of my home,to feel OK with being … Continue reading Permission Granted
Small Joys, Quiet Wins
Have you ever agreed to something because it sounded like a good idea at the time, and then the moment comes and you’re sitting there thinking, why did I say yes to this? What am I saying — of course you have, everybody does that. This week started out exactly like that for me, but … Continue reading Small Joys, Quiet Wins
Back to normal …
Today feels like the real wrap up of summer here, and it’s one of those changes you can actually see and hear. Just a few days ago the town was bursting at the seams, with voices carrying up from the beach starting before 6:30 in the morning and still drifting through the streets at one … Continue reading Back to normal …
What happens next?
Well, it happened—I missed a day of posting. Some days you have to just turn it all off for your own well-being, and yesterday was that day. I was overwhelmed this weekend. Between email misunderstandings, rent stress, and the isolation that comes with moving to another country alone, it all just caught up with me. … Continue reading What happens next?
From “Ew, Shrimp” to Paella Night: My Spanish Food Glow-Up
When I first got here, I couldn’t peel a shrimp. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Too gross. Little antennae, little eyes, absolutely not. I ordered them, sure, but only if someone else did the dirty work. Fast forward, and now I’m the one in the kitchen elbow-deep in mussels, scrubbing shells like it’s the most normal thing in … Continue reading From “Ew, Shrimp” to Paella Night: My Spanish Food Glow-Up
These shoes weren’t meant for walking … apparently.
Some things you keep wearing long after they’ve stopped fitting the world’s idea of what’s “appropriate.” For me, it’s a pair of flip-flops. I fell again today. Same pair of flip-flops, same week, same downward momentum. I’ve always been a jeans-and-t-shirt-and-flip-flops kind of gal. I’ve built my life around comfort. Back when I was working … Continue reading These shoes weren’t meant for walking … apparently.
Karla in Spain 