I lost my way. I had cared so much about what this person thought about me that I let it override my own self-perception. I tried every which way to reconcile and justify their words, and I cried more tears and more times than I care to admit, but what I didn't do was stop and question what they had said. I just took it as truth. It wasn't.
The Hardest Words (Part 1): Help
The Stories We Tell Ourselves
I've spent a lot of time thinking about stories recently. With their heroes and villains, plot lines and plot twists, stories create meaning and connect us. Stories give us a reason to love, a reason to loathe, and a reason to listen. However, not all stories serve us well. How many times have you gotten… Continue reading The Stories We Tell Ourselves
The Freedom of Permission
It isn't that I hadn't noticed that my pajama pants were tattered. It was hard not to notice, I just couldn't bring myself to throw them away. Giving ourselves permission to do what we know needs to be done gives us freedom. And a lesson.
Becoming More Myself
It's always funny how the Universe rewards me when I take time to slow down. Thoughts flow freely and I settle into a different, more in-touch version of myself. It's a gift. I usually devour books on vacation, and this vacation has been no different. The raw truth and authenticity that Alicia Keys has gifted… Continue reading Becoming More Myself
Starting Again vs. Starting Over
The power of words. We underestimate them. I've been thinking a lot about language and semantics lately. How having the courage to take unedited thoughts and synthesize can influence and inspire. How taking unrelated topics, identifying themes, and categorizing can turn stream-of-consciousness into a manifesto. It's insanely powerful. On my drive in the other morning,… Continue reading Starting Again vs. Starting Over
I Am Paula
Do you have the courage to tell the story of who you are with your whole heart?