๐ 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 wonโt stay in its lane. All piling up until you j u s t. c a n โt. b r e a t h e. ๐ฟ I help capable women stop believing they have to earn their worth, especially when itโs not just their plans that fall apart, but their sense of who they are. ๐ So if you feel all gooโd up like a caterpillar in a cocoon, Iโm your gal. Iโm both the stick that holds you and your guide through the goo, so you can emerge intact when youโre ready to move rooted through the world again. ๐ป I live on the Olympic Peninsula, just around the bend from my beloved Lake Crescent, with Blue and Micky (the dogs), ๐พKatniss and Rue (the cats), ๐ Justin (the semi-retired fisherman), and an opinionated herd of elk who insist my lone pear tree is theirs. ๐ฆ
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Hoo hoo. ๐ฆ My phone is mocking me.
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I leave for Boston on Monday, Reader. Which means, naturally, that I've spent this week frantically trying to get everything done before I go. Including things that probably could have been done weeks ago. ๐ Like ordering more of Micky's medication because, of course, he's scheduled to run out while I'm somewhere in the northern Appalachians. And buying a new suitcase. Because the one I've been using is quite possibly older than the World Trade Center disaster. (It's not broken or anything....
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