She Didn’t Post Her Back. Okay… And?
Why are we so uncomfortable letting women simply experience joy without auditing it?
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My Son Stopped to Stare at a Leaf for Five Minutes and I Think He Was Right
Some of us know how to explain God better than we know how to notice Him.
The Day I Stopped Punishing Myself for Growing a Human
Motherhood changed my body, yes.
But it also changed my priorities.
Maybe Being Chosen by God Matters More Than Being Chosen by Him
how do you process being chosen legally, but not chosen emotionally?
We Pray Together But Don’t Protect Each Other
Sometimes “she just needs to heal” becomes a way to dismiss discomfort that actually deserves to be acknowledged.
Sometimes “we’re all adults” becomes permission to move in ways that lack tenderness.
How Reading Became My Safe Space Before I Could Create One
For some of us, reading was survival. It was the soft place we fell into when life felt too loud. It was the pause button we didn’t have in real life. It was the only place where things made sense… even when they didn’t.
Your Childhood Explained You. It Didn’t Excuse You.
Self-awareness without behavior change is just a nicer way of being a jerk. And yeah, it’s unfair that you have to repaint someone else’s mess. It’s unfair that you didn’t start with a clean canvas. It’s unfair that some people got loving homes and you got… lessons. But staying unfair forever? That doesn’t fix anything. That just makes two messes.
You’re Not Competing with Men. Relax.
I used to try to network like a man. Firm handshake. Business card jab. Talk about the bottom line. I hated every second of it. Now? I network over coffee. I ask about your kids. I bring cookies. And guess who gets invited to the table? The woman with the cookies.
You Can’t Trip and Fall Into Your Dream Life
Wanting is easy. Wanting lets you stay where you are while romanticising where you could be. Deciding, on the other hand, is inconvenient. It asks you questions you can’t ignore. Where is this going? Is this working? Am I just busy, or am I actually moving forward?
I’m No Longer Available for That
“Hey, can I vent for five minutes?” is a beautiful question. “Let me trauma-dump on you while you’re making dinner” is not. I am no longer the free therapist for people who refuse to help themselves. I love you, but I love my nervous system more.