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Less Should, More Want: In Living Color
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Less Should, More Want. Monday, August 8, 2011. In my coursework and in the course of my own therapy, there's a lot of talk about leaning into the fear. That somehow, the lean, albeit painful, produces the most color and vibrancy all while adrenaline runs strong and you resist the temptation to backpedal. I blog so infrequently because it's important to me that the writing is good." She must have giggled on the other side of the text and replied, "If I waited for that, I would never blog.". All of these ...
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Less Should, More Want: May 2011
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Less Should, More Want. Monday, May 23, 2011. Pictured: My wedding bouquet. I live my life in pops of color. Pop of yellow, dash of blue, poof of purple. It's just more fun that way. I looked down at my attire the other day, walking to work and marveled at the rainbow, right down to my toenails. So long, monotone. I'm drawn to you, coral, and you, lemon. Especially you, lavender. After reading a recent article in Psychology Today about people with two careers. They came from, or at least believing they o...
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Less Should, More Want: May 2012
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Less Should, More Want. Monday, May 21, 2012. In part, it was because I had been to a reunion of a remarkable retreat we went on a year ago and I was comparing myself to others. How content the others in the circle seemed to be, aglow with feeling at peace. And isn't that what we all want? Entirely possible. But I am intent on unclogging the space between my head and my heart. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Jenina's The Relationship Diva. A Year With Nikki. Shannon Paul's Very Official Blog.
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Less Should, More Want: August 2011
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Less Should, More Want. Monday, August 8, 2011. In my coursework and in the course of my own therapy, there's a lot of talk about leaning into the fear. That somehow, the lean, albeit painful, produces the most color and vibrancy all while adrenaline runs strong and you resist the temptation to backpedal. I blog so infrequently because it's important to me that the writing is good." She must have giggled on the other side of the text and replied, "If I waited for that, I would never blog.". All of these ...
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Less Should, More Want: June 2010
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Less Should, More Want. Sunday, June 20, 2010. Disclaimer: Poems are best read aloud. This one is inspired by a recent Patty Griffin/Buddy Miller concert at the House of Blues. Buddy lifts his best acoustic above his head. Toward the stained glass. It's a cliche to call it an offering but at that moment. I was willing to sacrifice with him. Patty swings low on chords and they paint meaning. With yodels and riffs. It was my thought to take the hurt he feels, this man next to me,. Roll it up in my hands.
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Less Should, More Want: Getting to Know New
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Less Should, More Want. Tuesday, September 27, 2011. Getting to Know New. There’s a certain rhythm to life. A cadence you get used to hearing in your chest, through your fingers and toes. You are centered and grounded in this routine and then. . . the syncopation stops, life becomes lento and you have to start up again, with a blank sheet. I have answers, or I find them. But now I have to ask questions. 8221; to a deeply-seeded, raw, “Will I fail? I just want to be a good counselor. I just want to kn...
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Less Should, More Want: September 2011
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Less Should, More Want. Tuesday, September 27, 2011. Getting to Know New. There’s a certain rhythm to life. A cadence you get used to hearing in your chest, through your fingers and toes. You are centered and grounded in this routine and then. . . the syncopation stops, life becomes lento and you have to start up again, with a blank sheet. I have answers, or I find them. But now I have to ask questions. 8221; to a deeply-seeded, raw, “Will I fail? I just want to be a good counselor. I just want to kn...
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Less Should, More Want: January 2011
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Less Should, More Want. Sunday, January 30, 2011. Photo courtesy of http:/ www.whitneydafoe.com/projects/americanmap. Fortunately, most of my graduate coursework is uncomfortable. Growth is happening. It's less the skills gained and more the introspection that causes the most resistance, and thus reward. I think this past year has taught us a thing or two about gratitude in that regard. I'm reminded of it everyday watching struggle come in and out of my office. And yes, I still drag my boots into...If yo...
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Less Should, More Want: So long, $hame
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Less Should, More Want. Sunday, June 19, 2011. So long, $hame. Most recent, and one of the first. . . photos of us. We made good choices (my career switch) and bad choices (charging a trip to Jamaica). We know how we got here and you know what? I'm happier now that I've been in years. Right now. Right this minute on our sofa with the sun streaming in through slatted blinds and hearing quiet in the city. Anticipating Marc's rousing and awaiting a walk on the Lake. June 19, 2011 at 7:05 AM. You, Me, We are...
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Less Should, More Want: August 2010
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Less Should, More Want. Monday, August 30, 2010. I went rummaging through our closet this weekend. Re-discovered a box of my writing: journals, poetry from first grade, letters not sent. Uncovering the box felt like all of a sudden finding there's one more piece of chocolate cake. I became voracious. Somehow reading the pages of this tattered book are romantic. My dad was 53. He wouldn't die for another four years. I was dating a man still in Chicago. He would move on. But the quality...I want it again&#...
