No one loves vanilla ice cream. There, I said it. Everyone likes vanilla ice cream, it’s safe. It’s dependable, it goes with everything and no one turns it down if it’s offered to them. Pistachio ice cream though? You love it or loathe it, but if you love it, you’ll drive across town to get your hands on it...
There’s something about being lost and blocked that feels shameful. There’s the frustration of knowing deep in your bones that you need change but not knowing what you want and the shame of desperately trying to figure it out.
If there’s ever a phrase I use when talking about hygge that connects deeply, it’s this one. As Mother’s Day is on the horizon and it evokes a complex mix of emotions, I wanted to dig into the idea of mothering yourself.
I’ve found it hard this year to settle on THE word. There have been several contenders and a few near misses. On a page in my notebook these words were circled in pencil as possibilities... Read on to find out my word for 2023 and what I'm hoping to invoke with it.
This was the overriding feeling of my year of visibility.
I felt dangerously exposed and uncomfortable, which meant it was hard to sustain long periods of visibility. Yet playing bigger was exhilarating.
I love extended metaphors, so bear with me on this...
