Discipline May be a Dirty Word
“You’re quite disciplined aren’t you” asked my new neighbour. “Were you in the military?” I asked her why she thought so. She said because she sees I’m up really early and that I
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.
“You’re quite disciplined aren’t you” asked my new neighbour. “Were you in the military?” I asked her why she thought so. She said because she sees I’m up really early and that I
I am one of those rare folks who distinguishes between friends and acquaintances when I speak about people in my life. So if I call you friend then know this – you have
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