But me, I think I’m a questioner through and through. I am resistant to external imposed structure and rules until I can make sense of them internally. My grandfather used to lovingly call me contrary Mary because I would argue with him so much. I don’t even remember what about, well, except maybe at times his sexist comments.
The term self-care generally doesn't appeal to me because it brings to mind massages, manicures, and things that I generally don't enjoy. But today, I had an epiphany about self-care. I think I may be behind the curve here in realizing this, but I realized that self-care isn't always pampering yourself or doing something you... Continue Reading →
Do you remember the first time you rode a bike without training wheels? Maybe your dad or mom pushed you down the road promising not to let go until you were ready. You never thought you were ready, but they let go anyway. And maybe you rode off into the sunshine and never looked back. Or maybe, like many, you fell down.
Beauty in the Brokenness 