pandemic

Hot Stove

We’ve been so wired to believe that the weight we bear is directly proportionate to the reward we receive that we’ve reached a point where we’re literally uncomfortable with being comfortable. Please. Read that again.

Fall 7 Times

We are a society that places great pride in resiliency, a badge that has only gained more clout as we emerge from a global pandemic where we’ve applauded with much fanfare people’s ability to hold on. Yet what’s missing is real dialogue about what is at stake when we’re encouraging people to ignore their instincts to move on all in the name of the pursuit of seeing things through.

Unwrapping the Unknown

The litany of “what ifs” has run the gamut throughout the past year – literally 365 days of living on repeat, holding our breath for more of the same while simultaneously waiting for the next germ-filled bomb to drop. We’ve disguised our discomfort with nervous laughter about the predictability of comfy pants, failed homeschooling attempts, and copious amounts of alcohol consumed.

Yet beneath it all, our insides are rattled as we wonder, when will this all be done?

Missing the Point

We’ve lamented the pandemic for taking our lives away. For robbing us of our freedoms.

Yet maybe its biggest lesson lies in reminding us that we are the only ones who can take those things back.

Packing Our Bags

This is the beauty of starting a new chapter, and a gift that is presented to all of us even without a pending, physical move. Because as the pandemic leaves us forever changed, it is time to start anew.

Soothing the Soul

As our existence continues to be shaped by things that we didn’t ask for, is it wrong to give ourselves what we really, truly need?

Is it “bad” to simulate the hugs we’re dying to give? And receive?

Immeasurable Loss

Why is it so hard to admit the feelings that arise when we acknowledge that for many of us, things we had worked years to build – be it relationships, businesses, or, yes, lifestyles – effectively have been dismantled without a moment’s notice?

Where is the grieving? When do we get to talk about what we’ve lost?

Irrevocably Changed

“Be calm, be still, but let yourself get lost in a storm from time to time.”