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Blessings In The Messes

I tend to think about death a lot. I always have. Not in a morbid way. In fact I think death is really beautiful. Tragic, yes, but beautiful in so many ways. And I really deepened that perspective when I worked in hospice, and again when watching loved ones die.

Part of what I find beautiful about death is that I love the concept of death = rebirth. And I love watching that concept play out in life. But another big reason I think about it so much is because ever since I shifted my relationship with fear, I have become so aware of how precious and short our finite existence is.

I let fear hold me back from living the life I wanted for so long. I literally feel sick to my stomach when I think about all of the years of unlived life that I'll never get back. And it’s what motivates me every day to move towards my deepest desires. I want to live my life in full glory and not get to the end with regrets. I constantly ask myself, how will I want to look back at my life and the way I live…
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The Cult of Adulting

I’m just gonna jump right in and say that I can’t stand the word “adulting”. I cringe whenever I hear it. It’s such a loaded word, and it’s on my list of loaded words that I won’t use.

I get it. People don’t like dealing with the mundane responsibilities of life. But y’all have gotten it so wrong. By even using the word adulting suggests that you are not an adult. That to be an adult is to play a role, to pretend, to make believe you are an adult. It suggests being an adult is a burden. That being responsible is a bad thing. And this couldn’t be further from the truth.

Ok, rolling up my sleeves here. Let’s unpack this shit.

To be responsible is to be response- able. Able to respond to life and what life presents to you. And it’s not a burden. It’s actually an unburdening.

When we fully take responsibility in and for our lives, we liberate ourselves from dependency on others for our well being (which is not to say that we can’t or shouldn’t need other people in our lives, or ask others…

Here I Am

So, it’s been a couple years since I’ve written a blog post. Just seeing those words: “a couple of years” is a little startling. A couple of YEARS? For someone who has been writing pretty much my entire life, I don’t know if I’ve ever gone a couple years without writing (beyond my morning journaling).
But a lot has been happening in a couple of years. There was this election, which has changed the whole world in disturbing ways. And with or without the election, I most definitely have changed. A lot. My life is pretty unrecognizable compared to the life I was living last time I shared my writing regularly. I’ve become a completely different person. Which means I have a totally different voice. But I don’t even know what my current writing voice even is anymore.
What I do know is that the only way to find your voice is to use it. So here I am. Figuring it out as I go.
What prompted me to sit down and write today was a huge aha moment I had upon waking this morning.
To preface this mor…