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Whether you are a certified sommelier or a part of a group of women in recovery, I want you to know that I have so much love for you!
I want to encourage you to make space for all of the powerful lady- friends at your happy hour Zoom hangouts, group chats, and those confusing group FaceTime calls. That means welcoming those who are managing pandemic life without alcohol.
Still with me?
Listen, I do appreciate a glass of wine or a frosty mug from a local brewery. I’m certainly no teetotaler.
We have all be thrown into this crazy situation where it feels like new responsibilities rain from the sky and land right on our shoulders. …
What seems like 1000 years ago, I published a podcast episode on operating with just buckets of grace right now. I really really meant every word of that.
Grace for ourselves and the other wonderful humans trapped in the house blessed with this special time home with us; grace for the stressed people working front-line jobs without the equipment and guidance they so richly deserve to have; grace for the leadership of this county at all levels (yes, even when we don’t really like them personally) as they try to navigate what comes next; and even grace for those living the manifestation of all of their fears in a strange internet cult bubble. Yes. …
You’ve double-checked what is on your training plan for the day. You have eaten your typical pre-run snack. Your shoes are tied just right. The weather is perfect. You are ready for what the road has to offer you today. You head out.
As it turns out, the open road or root-y trail has the first mile to offer you, and the first mile is a liar.
It happens to all of us. That first mile is a liar about our abilities. It tells us that our lungs can’t hang. It delivers a burn deep into your quads. It makes your water belt bounce a little. …
I’d like to hop off this planet, please. It’s spinning a little too fast for me right now and I’ve decided that it’s all just a little upside down. I’m tumbling. I’m reaching for the structures that used to hold and they are changing from steel pillars to reeds in the wind right in my very hands. And yet, there is entirely too much that is overwhelmingly lovely to leave now. So I’ll plant my feet. I’ll show up a little more where I can and pass the baton to others who can go when I cannot. What does it take to “Show up a little more?” Just be kind. …
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