Am I satisfied? Is my job killing me? These questions, along with others, sat heavily on my chest and tucked themselves underneath my hospital gown, begging to be released and answered.
Last year I gave up drinking alcohol on perhaps one of the hardest days one could do so: New Year’s Eve. I didn’t know how long…
Mom, I made it! 28 years — here’s what I know.
Let this serve as maybe a starting point for channeling your inner totality during tomorrow’s solar eclipse.
I’ll be waiting for you on the other side.
Are you going to do Sober January in honor of the New Year?
Understand what your own power feels like in the palm of your hands; feel it, hold it. Never leave its view.