The other day, I was sitting at my desk thinking about oranges. You know, the fruit with the peel? You may recognize it at any number of children’s soccer games. Anyways, I was thinking about oranges and how certain aspects of an orange mirror our lives. Before you decide I’ve lost it, hear me out!
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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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If My Mom We’re Still Here, I’d Want Her To Know I’m Okay
As much as we believe we cannot endure, we do. It can be hard to get back up, but get back up we do. The challenges we experience in life don’t have to remain heavy or oppressive. They can be the foundation on which we build our resilience, tenacity, and unwillingness to sit in the shadows of our sorrow or pain.
