I read in a book once about the difference between a traumatic event and a terrible one. I’ve spent the last couple of hours trying to find the exact words, but to no avail. I thought it was in this book about a chaplain whose job it is to notify people of the death of… Read More
I‘m not sure if it’s age, rampant hormones, or too much time on my own, but these days I find myself becoming more and more querulous. Querulous is a glorious word. It means cantankerous, cross, dissatisfied, grouchy, hard to please, irritable, whining and touchy. Although I swan around on the internet, dispensing love and happiness with my tiny, twinkly… Read More
I am not asking you to like, want or enjoy uncomfortable feelings. In fact, let’s get rid of the whole acceptance word altogether (here and in the self-love world as well). Let’s make room for uncomfortable feelings instead.
