🍂 You built your life around being easy to get along with. You hide your vulnerable bits under your general competence, a thick armor of humor, and always being there for everyone else. And then life tilts over without your permission. Heartbreak. Soul ache. Grief that won’t stay in its lane. All piling up until you j u s t. c a n ‘t. b r e a t h e. 🌿 I help capable women stop believing they have to earn their worth, especially when it’s not just their plans that fall apart, but their sense of who they are. 🐛 So if you feel all goo’d up like a caterpillar in a cocoon, I’m your gal. I’m both the stick that holds you and your guide through the goo, so you can emerge intact when you’re ready to move rooted through the world again. 🗻 I live on the Olympic Peninsula, just around the bend from my beloved Lake Crescent, with Blue and Micky (the dogs), 🐾Katniss and Rue (the cats), 🐈 Justin (the semi-retired fisherman), and an opinionated herd of elk who insist my lone pear tree is theirs. 🦌
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Apparently I miss getting lost …? 🗺️
Published about 1 month ago • 5 min read
Here’s another piece of my life that I miss, Reader ... When I was in my 20’s and just out of college, my life revolved around road tripping in my little wine-colored Honda Accord with my dog Bart. This was L - O - N - G before smart phones, Google maps, and “find the nearest Starbucks” commands. So I bought maps. The fold out state maps that you could buy at gas stations. And because I’m allergic to the main highways (so BORING when your point is adventure!) I would find the tiniest little...
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