We have a choice to make: to passively occupy life or to actively participate in it. And I’d challenge you to consider active participation even when it’s hard. When it’s exhausting. When it sometimes
Sometimes the moments we show up for are really big like a job interview or an audition or standing up for a cause we believe in. Sometimes the moments are small like a work
Am I really living changed? I had a moment this morning when I thought, “wait…am I actually living a life that reflects what I keep writing about?” I write often about ‘being where your
I’m sitting here in the quiet. A place that I have grown to yearn for and love but a place that didn’t actually really exist for me until cancer. Sure, I had times of
Foggy head. A struggle to focus. Dreadful body pain. A stagnation of progress. Complacency to exist. A sadness so very deep. My heart, heavy with memories of waking up in a hospital room, holes
It was at about this same time that I was coming to, the deep sleep and fog of anesthesia slowly lifting with each minute that passed. I tried to move but my body felt
Do me a favor. Please. Touch the skin on your arm, move your hand and feel the sensation as you move it…your nerve endings perking up as your hand passes over as they recognize
A, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you got the call. I’m sorry you heard the words. I’m sorry you’re checking things off of a very unwanted list of directives. I’m sorry for your people.