Has caring for someone ever felt like a tidal wave that threatens to overtake you? Ignoring the symptoms of compassion fatigue can lead to frustration, burnout, their own health issues, stress, and anxiety.Continue reading
We all have expectations in regards to how we want to be treated or how we want life to go. Conflict can arise however when those expectations go unspoken or unnamed. Expectations are not bad things, but in today’s culture, both expectations and boundaries can get a bad rep.Continue reading
We see the benefits in setting boundaries when it comes to the quality of our air or food or keeping wild animals away from the public, but when it comes to boundaries with parents, spouses, children, or coworkers, it’s easy to miss the role they play in building healthy relationships.Continue reading
Ashamed, I avoided eye contact with the teacher and pretended to not pay attention. It was easier to pretend I wasn’t listening than to acknowledge the truth.
I did not want to admit that I couldn’t read as well as my other classmates. I felt behind and stupid. Each time I had to read aloud, my face felt hot and my palms began to sweat. How would I ever be able to read?
Everything changed when one teacher took the time to really help me. She began using a different curriculum and I immediately started to get the hang of reading. She believed I could read, equipped me to do so, and told me I was doing a good job. That teacher’s empowerment made all the difference to my first-grade self.Continue reading
I remember the first time I tried lifting weights. I was a kid and my dad had some weights stored in my playroom. I thought lifting weights looked fun. My sister and I asked my dad if we could try out a few bench presses. Despite our objections, my dad removed the stacks of weight from either side. He told us to start with just the bar. We rolled our eyes at his suggestion. Just the bar? Really? That sounded like baby stuff.
Well, to an experienced weightlifter, yes, just a bar is baby stuff. However, to two elementary school girls, it was not baby stuff. We were able to lift the bar…a couple times. A few lifts and we were done. Exhausted. Wiped out. Compared to our dad, we were weak. We wondered how we could ever lift weights like him.Continue reading
I mindlessly scrolled through social media at the end of a long day of travel. A stunning picture of my friend caught my eye. I read the caption, excited to see that she seemed to be doing so well.
Then I saw it.
The caption told the story.
She was no longer married.
My heart sank and questions began to flood my mind.
“How could this happen to them?”
“Is any marriage safe?”
I remember the first time the holidays didn’t feel quite so merry. It was the year after my uncle died when I was nine. Sure, I remember there being presents galore, great food, and a lot of smiles, but there was something missing. Not just something, someone. There wasn’t the happy-go-lucky guy that used to sneak my sister and I across the street to play on the playground. There wasn’t my aunt or my cousin to laugh and play with. There wasn’t the vegetarian option that he always required. In other words, there was a hole. Chances are you too have some mixed emotions around holidays like I did after my uncle died.Continue reading