How You Can Learn to Love Your Body

I believe a lot of girls and young women learn early and quickly to unlove and mistrust their bodies. I can remember the exact moment I felt betrayed by my own body: I was nine years old and my mom let me try on her wedding dress. Expecting it to be much too big (my…

Headspace

Last week (actually, almost a week and a half ago, so January 22 to the 28) I committed to meditate every day. I picked this because I knew I was in a bit of a slump mentally and thought, honestly, it would be easy. Ha. Never, ever assume anything will be easy is what I…

What Is It About Laundry?

  This week has been interesting in that I have already had to face exactly what I’ve been dreading in this project of mine: not being able to follow through in what I’ve said I was going to do. All week, I had to fight a feeling of disappointment and failure, knowing I had committed…

Little Enoughs

On New Year’s Eve, I wrote how I had chosen a word to help me define this year, and that word was ENOUGH. I love the idea of {enough} because it gives me permission to stop starting (and ultimately not completing) all sorts of self-improvement projects. It also fits nicely with what I wrote at…

In Which I Get a Little Religious

A Metaphor I am in a clearing, a clearing in the middle of a vast, thick, nearly impenetrable forest. Behind me there is little evidence of the path I have created to get to this place, just the smallest of openings, nearly hidden by undergrowth and the slender branches of trees. Cutting through the forest…

Hoo-gah

A definition of hygge: According to Meik Wiking, the CEO of the Happiness Research Institute, hygge (pronounced hoo-gah), is a Danish concept that embodies love, family, homey-ness, and an overall sense of well-being that is settled not in the things we have but in the people we surround ourselves with and an atmosphere we create….

Mama Days

I feel like I’m spending a lot of time writing about difficulties in my life lately. Maybe it’s just me, maybe it’s just that my head is filled with those tough things right now. But I feel a bit tired of finding myself in front of my laptop to write about struggle, though at least…

Chicken Pot Pie

My dad told me once, when he was between work and delivering newspapers by way of keeping food on our table, that March and April seem to be the months for obituaries and birth announcements. While I don’t know if that’s a statistical fact, in the microcosm that is my life, this seems to hold…