These situations where I can see definite benefits and I feel encouraged by praise and at the same time I am unable to tell when I have crossed to the side of too much, unhealthy and mind numbing are such a mind fluck for me.
Author: Cǎtǎ Gǎrdescu
I am a connector, a lover of all things beautiful and a fighter when things get hard. I try each day to live truthfully, learn as much as I possibly can and push myself in the right directions. I am learning to trust my gut and my instincts and embrace uncertainty.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, what do you mean I see others as I am not as they are?
I have to say that I accepted the fact that I was a racist easier than I am accepting this about myself.
In the messy middle, between storm and stillness
Walking through a city park torn up by a fierce storm the other day, the metaphor was not lost on me. Huge trees lay splintered
Once a racist, always a racist!
It was my first time in Venice. The Glassmaker had charmed me into wanting to see the island of Murano and so, here we were,
Almost one month sober
4:39 seems to be the hour. Anxiety wakes me and assures me that if I check email there will be something waiting for me there, for sure. Nothing. Oh, no, did I say email? I meant LinkedIn. Ok, let’s go. Nothing there either, of course. Except maybe there is something: a thought of warning.
The Sound of Silence
I wish I had lanterns to go out with, looking for myself, as Emily Dickinson was claiming to have. I look for lanterns in books, in podcasts, in new learning. In the few conversations I have with the few people who only listen, making no attempts to fix, pity or push me. The fog remains. And with it, the threat.
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