I stood on the corner of State and Magnolia staring down at the little coin purse in my hands. It still brandished the price tag on its vinyl front. As if emblazoned with a scarlet letter, the handwritten price was plain for all to see - $12. I couldn’t spend $12 on a coin purse I didn’t even like that much! The smell of fresh rain falling on dry cement filled my nose as I listened to the cars rushing by me, their tires made louder by the puddles forming along the curb, as the voice in my head continued its attacks. What’s wrong with you? You’re so irresponsible. Are…
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The Wayward Journey Of An Aspiring Martyr
I was once an aspiring martyr. I’d pride myself on how often, or how deeply, I’d suffer when doing too much for someone else. I would brag about how I’d show up for people, even when my own life was falling apart around me. In a distorted messed-up way, I thought this was evidence that I was an outstanding friend, worthy of love and appreciation.
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It’s Never Too Late To Begin Again
Yes, I know it's already May. But all things consider, I'm giving myself a pass and choosing my word for 2021 today. It may not be January, but as my husband likes to remind me, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life." That's close enough to New Year's for me!
