Thief of Joy

Often times my mind will drift to things my younger self has said or done. Some memories make me giggle, reminding me that the same silly sense of humor exists, however deep inside. Other times, I cringe. Who knows why we do the things we do? Words have always come fairly easy for me. I…

Growing Pains

Do you remember the worst pain you’ve ever felt? Eight years ago, I opened my eyes in the comfort of my bed and felt something very wrong. My elbows were sore, my knees were stiff, and I couldn’t move my fingers. Later that day, my shoulders started aching and my wrists swelled. In less than…

The Shame Game

I’m about halfway through Brené Brown’s Gifts of Imperfections. It’s a short book, but I’m taking it chapter by chapter, averaging one every two weeks to really unpack this. It’s like my Voice of Reason and I have our own little book club (although, mostly one-sided), where I draw parallels between other things I’ve read…

Speaking Life

I am lucky. Throughout the highs and lows, the experiments, the discoveries, and everything in between, I’ve had amazing support. One of our clients has turned into a good friend + accountability buddy. Thinking of gym visits as joyful movement has helped alleviate the dread of exercise, but still – in my quest to find…

See Brave, Say Brave

365 days. One year. I remember waking up on January 5, 2018 to a phone call from my mom. It’s unlike her to call so early (especially since she knows Nashville trails Atlanta by one time zone), so it felt important. With my heart plummeting to my stomach, I sleepily answered the phone and asked her…