When your white picket fence turns into the Berlin wall.

“Back in the old days” no one discussed their problems, you just hid them behind pretty, white picket fences.  As a kid, I cultivated a bit of a stand-offish personality- not because I wasn’t naturally social, but because I felt people would pass judgement on my less than perfect family if I allowed them through…

The gift of simplifying your life.

It’s a good hurt; that feeling you get when your arms are so tired you can barely hold your coffee. It’s a good hurt because you know why you’re achy- you’ve been simplifying your life. I’ve been cleaning out closets, pitching, donating and organizing “stuff” for two weeks.  I’ve made tough decisions about things we’ve…

Check your baggage..

Let’s face it, some of us travel heavy. We pack up past disillusions, disasters, drama and disappointments and drag them with us like luggage.  Sometimes we use this baggage as a convenient excuse for underperformance or a sour attitude. Sometimes we lug our baggage around as self-punishment or as a play for sympathy or  leverage….

Searching for perfect love

I have given up. I’m done trying to manage my fears. I’m going to refocus on love. What intrigues me most about the verse above is the relationship between love, fear and perfection. Most of us fear “falling short.”  Be it at work, in relationships, the way we look, the way we act, the decisions…