Gracefully Evolving
Sharing the bumpy road of evolving towards my most authentic self.
I started this blog to share stories and support, and there are SO many I would like to sharefrom both ancestors and experience. Part of this storytelling is an act of self-care. A way to express my most authentic self. As such, I am also sharing some ways to indulge in self-care amid pandemics, self-sabotage, mommying. and more.
My Initial Foray Into Self-Publishing You read that correctly; I am now a self-published author! *cue confetti and party horns* Buuuut, let’s not get overly excited. I haven’t written a novel, how-to, or even memoir. No comedic literature or investigative research analysis. Nope, not even a recipe book. My first foray into self-publishing is called …
When I was a little girl my paternal grandmother (yes, THAT one) taught me some basic hand embroidery, but it was what SHE thought I should learn, not an authentic embroidery project for ME, geared toward my interests. Did I enjoy learning something new I could make with my hands? Sure! But I tired of …
Growing up, my Great Uncle Albert, a WWII veteran and amazing storyteller, was the closest I had to a grandfather. (Both my parents lost their fathers before they met.) His stories shared aspects of life and war I hadn’t heard in history recountings before, while his musings and opinions were often progressive for his time. …
Ugh. Money is NOT the root of all evil, but it sure feels like it sometimes. Okay, maybe even most of the time in recent years. However, if we look at the true ‘culprit’ in all of this, it’s not money but people’s mentality and relationship with money that can cause the ‘root’ of ‘all …
Write, write, write. Your body, your soul wants to write. To let it out. To feel better. But your brain sets up a road block. I don’t know what to write. Where should I start? I don’t have the quote/book/resources/pictures I want to write that. With each ‘but’ my brain gets cloudier and cloudier and …
Below is something I wrote a little over three years ago, as a first-time mom to a three-year-old little girl and someone who had just come out of Severe Postpartum Anxiety and Depression. I was a few months into intense therapy for what I had just been told was an emotionally abusive childhood – which …
