Sorry, not Sorry
There are a few words of which I am trying to limit the use in my vocabulary. One of them is “sorry”. In my opinion one should only say sorry if you have
If you’ve landed here it’s likely because you already know me or know someone who knows me. That’s okay. You’ve got to start with one follower before you can get to a million. Spoiler alert – that’s my goal. Unfortunately I’m too computer illiterate to have any idea how to know if I ever get there.
A few years back I decided to start sharing the details of my personal journey. At first my writing was more of a catharsis, but at some point I realized that what I had to say resonated with many other people. My struggles are not so unusual, but my willingness to be open about it apparently is.
I hope that by sharing my stories I can help someone out there feel less alone. If while reading my words just one of you feels seen, feels validated, whispers “Me too”, or raises a fist and says “Hell yes!” then it will all have been worth it.
There are a few words of which I am trying to limit the use in my vocabulary. One of them is “sorry”. In my opinion one should only say sorry if you have
Dammit missed again. And again. And again. Soccer is not going well this night. I play once a week in a women’s rec league. It is strictly for fun and absolutely none of
Evening is a bad time for me for eating too much sugar. I know I shouldn’t so close to bed time but I can’t seem to stop myself sometimes. I was just saying
So it turns out the other day wasn’t a fluke. This morning after shovelling snow, having a shower, and dressing for work, I managed to spill most of my tea all down the