Turns out . . . You can go home ❤ There’s a specialness to waking up in my childhood home as an adult. It feels safe in a way nowhere else does, or probably ever will. It’s not that I feel “unsafe” at my own home or even other places, but there’s a nostalgic, heart-warming, glowy feeling that goes beyond physical safety into a deeper place. A place where my heart feels safe. Where I know that I know that I know I am loved, deeply and without reservation or conditions, because I was loved here in that way as a child. Where the connections were made at an early age that I can mess up and still be loved. That I am safe to be myself, while at the same time always encouraged to be the best version of myself. Where I was told “I’m proud of you” over and over, as recently as last night... And where I saw this behavior modeled day after day in the very people creating this safe space for me. I don’t doubt that I would still feel this way with the same people, but in a new or different h...
Write Your Story With Intention I recently read a book, What Alice Forgot, where a woman lost 10 yrs of memories after a bump on the head and now found herself in the middle of an ugly divorce and not remembering her three kids. She feels the same toward her husband as when they were newly married (because in her mind they just were), but he has the memories of the years of biting remarks and arguments and hostility and can’t just “forget” and go back, despite her pleading with him to do just that. She finds herself ashamed at what kind of person she has actually become and the bitterness of her once-loving husband toward her. How did this happen? Where along the way did it start to derail? What compromises or insensitive jabs or apathy led to it? It’s definitely easier if we can AVOID the relationship decline, rather than try and go back (regardless of whether there is memory loss or not!). If each of us could get a glimpse ahead 10 years in our relationship, of our habits and ch...