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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I was ridiculously jealous. ๐
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Last week I left you with three questions to help you think about belonging, Reader: What am I tending? What is tending me? And what have I stopped tending that I want to belong to again? One of my top goals this year answers that last question: Kristin the athlete. There was a time when being an athlete was simply part of how I understood myself. I climbed mountains. Rainier, Olympus, Adams, Baker twice. I ran a marathon and competed in Olympic-distance triathlons and at least one mud run. I...
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