I got weepy during Cyndi Lauper's True Colors. It had something to do with familiarity, happiness and warmth. So I blogged my conclusion, check it out and let me know if you relate. I could use some solidarity.
Daring Greatly And Being Stubborn - how I'm reading @BreneBrown 's book and learning how to cultivate my own dang happiness. Come check out some self awareness and 10 tips from Brown about how to 'Dare Greatly.'
I think I just realized I love myself, for the first time, ever. There's no one solution for everyone, but here's mine. I'm not done, but I've got stamina.
While grieving the loss of my Grandmother, I began to video myself talking through all of the emotions I felt. But how am I supposed to set down some of the guilt I feel?
I'm guilty of gossiping and being caddy. Sometimes I even feel obligated to contribute to the office gossiping to "fit in," which is nobody's problem but my own. What I’m hoping to convey is my own flaw, how it makes me crazy, why I don’t want to do it anymore and how I’m going to move forward.