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Must love dogs.
I’m staring at my work computer and my calendar is chaos and so am I. Gemma has had some post operative complications which is nothing life threatening but the lack of sleep, worry and extra steps in my routine has also complicated my emotional state. I’m actually very raw and hurting right now as I’m walking through some awareness’s. Something…
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Gemma.
This past weekend was a doozy. Lately, I’ve been moving through life with more flow than force. The Year of the Snake asked me to shed, not things, but patterns. Beliefs. Stories. Perspectives that no longer served me. Some of that shedding was painful, some of it has been profoundly freeing. And just as I thought I was working towards…
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The shedding.
Creation and flow were my words of 2024 which felt like a building year, a year of me creating the habits of a brand new person. A person who trusted herself, a person who shed weight physically, spiritually and emotionally. A person who bet on herself and owned her true essence. The armor and the masks were slowly dissolving and…
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Breadcrumbs.
My daily walks outside are therapy for me. I hold them sacredly because I use this time as an opportunity to pour back into myself and reflect. While on my walks I mainly listen to music, scripture and podcasts- whatever I feel called to for the day. While I was out on my walk this past weekend, I was listening…
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Humble Pie.
To my oldest daughter, Let me start by telling you how grateful I am that you picked me to be your Mom. I honestly had no clue what I was doing in your early years (hell, maybe not even now in your teenage years) but know that I loved you and never wanted to be the source of any pain…
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September 26, 1984.
Dear Mom and Dad, Thank you for falling in love and giving me life. Thank you for trusting in me to break the patterns and generational trauma. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you both for playing the roles you did in my life. Thank you for loving me and protecting me as best as you knew how. Thank…
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STRIPPED. 