When’s the last time you remember playing? Not childhood playing necessarily, but enjoying yourself without any expectations?
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Food Is My Love Language
I love me a good food metaphor. Seriously! They speak to my soul and my stomach. For better or worse, emotional eating is my first and favorite form of therapy. Growing up in a family that celebrated wins and losses with food, emotional eating was our love language (and still is to some degree).
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Sprint Towards Your Dreams! I’ll Meet You At The Finish Line.
To ignore our fears when faced with an actual danger is inadvisable at best. But it's a different thing entirely when we allow countless what if's to dictate what dreams we reach for. On some level, we know this. Otherwise, our dreams, some of which we've held onto since childhood, would simply leave us alone.
