The creative gap between where we are and where we want to be requires us to push forward or walk away. We are never as stuck as we think we are.
Surviving my core wounds and the grief that weighs me down like a stone around my neck.
Embracing the possibilities so that I can find hope, even in the (almost) dead stem of a ZZ plant named Frank.
Planners, planners, planners. Plus a growth mindset shift and all my strengths coming back to bite me. That & more in journal entry 119.
How far I’ve come, what I learned, and the best new rules and tools for me. All this and more in journal entry 118.
Finding my inner child, getting into my groove, doing all the things and loving it. Finally figuring out me, in journal entry 117.