Zen’s great. But sometimes it’s OK to be like, “What the…?!”
Zen’s great. But sometimes it’s OK to be like, “What the…?!”
In my head, I was forever 21 and reaching middle age just didn’t seem to fit with my persona.
In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.
Honestly, kids aren’t the ones who need to pen letters to Santa Claus anyway.
I’ve made a lot of changes since that day in 2012 but it didn’t happen overnight…
I wanted to write some of them down here so I have them. And, in case I’m not around one day, she does too.
It was as if my body was sounding an alarm.
Worrying never did anything for me. All it did was make the moments before uncertainty worse by filling me with impending dread.
I forced myself to ride the exercise bike for at least 30 minutes and did a series of weights afterwards. With each rep, I seethed with anger.
For a good five hours on December 13, 2012, I was convinced I was going to die.