What Bob Ross told me about Right vs. Wrong

I can often paralyze myself with hyper-analysis around the right or wrong thing to do in any given situation. It’s draining and exhausting and annoying. My boyfriend made me this awesome cross stitch of Bob Ross. It sits on my altar space[1] next to a chipped mini statue of Buddha’s head and some stones and […]

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Day 16 of 30: The power of “I don’t know.”

Geez. I can get so wrapped up in trying to figure out why I feel the way I feel. I think it’s in an effort to control the situation, or to at least have an illusion of control. There are times when a trigger is clear. I’m able to feel the verbalize the precise moment […]

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creative diarrhea.

In hindsight I should have made the word “DIARRHEA” in cursive. Because. Y’know. It flows better. I DIGRESS. I imagine that if you’re a human and you’ve read a book ever, you’ll have heard of “creative block” or “writer’s block.” People go on friggen’ RETREATS and pay DOLLARS to push through this stuff. I used to […]

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Day 119 of 365: Goodbye, daily blog.

Right. So. I’ve been focusing on feeling emotions in my body rather than focusing all my energy on labeling them in my mind. And a couple hours ago, I was sitting on the sofa, feeling into my body… And I felt anxious and uncertain and afraid. And I was like, what does this remind me of? […]

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Day 118 of 365: What I’ve Heard Real-Life People Say #2

Oddly enough, I was hesitant to post this. I was like… “OH NO. WHAT IF THIS IS OBJECTIFICATION OR HINTING AT THE TWISTED BELIEF THAT WOMEN SHOWING OFF THEIR BODIES IS AN INVITATION FOR SEX OR OR OR”… And then I was like… But… It’s funny… And relatable. Like, I’ve been there. I think we […]

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Day 113 of 365: demanding a miracle.

Yesterday, my months of somber sadness and what I’d deemed depression transformed into deep, fiery anger. I came to a realization that nearly every prayer I’ve ever spoken has been with one of two tones: Gratitude, thanking the Universe/God for every tiny thing (even if/when I felt like a bag of asses). Desperate pleading, begging […]

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Day 111 of 365: realizing that other people can be asshats + taking my power back.

I shared some stuff in therapy today about how I was first introduced to the spiritually “awakened” community after my spontaneous awakening. I thought that moving into a tribe-like atmosphere with other intuitive empaths who wanted to make the world a better place would mean that there was no egotistical self-serving bullshit. Which now makes […]

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