It makes me sad that I have to say this but wearing a mask isn’t political, it’s simply an act of empathy. It’s not about you - about what you believe in, who you vote for, or what science you think is real or not - it’s about being compassionate. It simply is a matter of caring about the people around you. If there’s even the tiniest little chance, the slimmest smallest tiniest percentage of some chance, that you could make someone sick, or could kill someone by breathing/co
The Black Lives Matter movement is an ongoing, dedicated, heart-felt, powerful call to humanity to do the right thing. To treat the Black Community with the respect, equality, and care it deserves. Which is why I want to share their mission statement. Please do not hesitate to visit blacklivesmatter.com for more information. “Black Lives Matter began as a call to action in response to state-sanctioned violence and anti-Black racism. Our intention from the very beginning was t
For a long time, I hated hugs. As a child, I hated being instructed to hug adults I didn’t know, I hated classmates greeting me with air-hugs that felt forced and fake, but I also didn’t even feel comfortable hugging my own family and close friends. It took me a while to realize it was because physical touch had been used as a form of control when I was a young child. My stepfather would use his hand on my shoulder at church to hold me still, a captive at the pressure of his
I struggled with bulimia for years.
I had a tangled mix of self esteem, body, and control issues. I remember comments from my school friends and coworkers about how skinny I was, despite the fact that I would eat anything offered to me. I am/was blessed with a great metabolism - genetically predisposed to being a "healthy" weight without really having to try. But then I also added on not eating much in the way of breakfast and rarely packing myself a lu
Who you spend your time with changes your perspective on every aspect of your life. Negative energy breeds despondency, positive breeds happiness. It's as simple - and as complicated - as that.
It's sometimes incredibly hard to pull yourself away from negative people. They complain about things that also bother you, so you're inclined to listen to them. They weave themselves into your life. They become dependent on you. They seek your attention-- your ear for their gripes.
Self love, I truly believe, is the hardest love to master. Or at least, it has been for me. I don’t want to be selfish, greedy, or come off as entitled. I believe in kindness, care, and in serving others. And I hate saying “no”. Because of this, canceling plans makes me feel guilty, spending money on myself makes me feel egotistical, and resting - even when it’s truly, 100% necessary, makes me feel lazy. I never want to say no to helping someone out, I strain myself way past
I had a friend recently convince me to start writing down one line summaries of random and/or bizarre things that have happened in my life... the result? Realizing that it's no wonder I became a writer. I've had a lot of inspiration. Some sad, some strange, and most - extremely unexpected. I've worked on a blueberry farm and for a logger. I've babysat and dogsat. I've worked in a pool, a coffee shop, a grocery store, a pharmacy, and a cookie cafe. I've worked on the west coas
Why aren’t people inclined to be kind? What strain does it put on you to help the old lady at the grocery store put her bags in her car? Does it really hurt your budget so much to tip your server a dollar more than your first instinct suggests? Does is cost you anything to help your coworker out just a little more than might be expected of you? We run tired, we run short-tempered, we constantly are in a hurry, oblivious to our surroundings, and so focused on the future that w