Changing the Message, Changing Your Life

I am a professional worrier.  I mean, if someone paid me for it, I could make beaucoup bucks, sister. It comes naturally to me; a keen sense of the world on my shoulders, responsible for every darn thing.  But the fact is, I'm not responsible for everything.  Owning it all, worrying about it all ain't … Continue reading Changing the Message, Changing Your Life

You Are Allowed To Play

I used to hate mornings.  And I grew up told never to hate anything.  But I did.  I hated mornings. They were cold and dark.  I was ripped from sleep by either a far-too joyful mother singing worship songs or an annoying alarm buzzer as I got older.  Rushed through a morning checklist, I hustled … Continue reading You Are Allowed To Play