Vulnerability

vul·ner·a·bil·i·ty the quality or state of being exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed, either physically or emotionally. It feels a whole lot like being naked, exposed & extremely unsafe. But oh my - how much it is vital to our well-being. How much it is vital to our growth. And our healing …

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All For Our Good

A lot of what I’ve been through has definitely made me stronger. And there are many of my stories that make those I share them with cringe – that I feel nothing anymore when telling. They are just memories now. No real emotion associated. That was not always the case. I call it victory & …

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Leaving The Familiar & Comfortable Far Behind

Ah yes, familiarity. I know it well. I guess it’s glass-house confession time. How many times I have been so guilty of finding myself playing in the mud bottoms of the same ol’ situations. Places & people-types where I should’ve learned lessons & long-since moved on to bigger & better things. Never to look back. …

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Finding Comfort In My Skin

“The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.” - Mark Twain I am grateful today for that ability, a feat I would've never achieved had I not received & began to truly understand God's Great Love for me. And as crazy as it may sound to some of you, I didn’t get there …

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The Risk Of Real & Vulnerability

“If something inside of you is real, we will probably find it interesting, and it will probably be universal. So you must risk placing real emotion at the center of your work. Write straight into the emotional center of things. Write toward vulnerability. Risk being unliked. Tell the truth as you understand it. If you’re …

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Ramblings On Memories & Stumblings & Rescue

I waited my whole life to hear the words my Dad finally said to me the night he passed away. “You are so beautiful Bonnie. I love you & I’m proud of you.” I was 25. Today I’m nearly 48 & that memory makes me spill over with giant crocodile tears like it just happened. …

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