You know the old saying, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me”? Such a lie. Words can hurt. Deeply. Broken bones heal, but the pain from another person’s hurtful words can last even decades after they are uttered.
Sometimes people (even unintentionally) say such mean things that I can’t help but obsess about it. At times I am too shocked to reply. And there are even times when the shock is quickly replaced by anger. I have to admit there are moments when the person who, for one reason or another, Continue reading “Sticks and stones…”
Choo-choo woke up two hours earlier than usual this morning and refused to go back to sleep. After yesterday morning–when he quietly removed all the drawers from his dresser and placed them on the floor then filled the drawers with his toys–and yesterday afternoon–when he absolutely refused to lie down in bed and put up such a fight that I ended up sobbing in the bathroom while Diesel tended to our son–I was so not mentally and emotionally prepared for another sleepy time battle.
I so desperately wanted more shut-eye. Continue reading “When the course of mindset is up in the air”
Something happened this past weekend. I had an experience like never before.
Let me give you the backstory first.
A while ago, a dear relative (you know her as St. Brigid) invited me to join her at a women’s retreat, aptly named “Time to Breathe.” I agreed, of course. Mostly for her but also partly for me.
I had never been to a retreat or workshop before and wasn’t sure what to expect. Was I going to be nervous or feel uncomfortable? Were my fears going to get me, bringing out my shyness and anxiety? Was the day going to end (or start) with tears?
Finally, the Saturday of the retreat was here. Continue reading “The Women’s Retreat, Part 1”