Worthy work

Worthy work

This being who you are –

who you are meant to be –

is not an easy road to walk.

And sometimes I

think it is supposed to be.

And that’s a lie.

I believe it is

worth the fight.

It’s worth wading

through the lies,

the pain, the grief,

the strife and anger

to get to a place

where you can

pursue what you are made for.

So if you are struggling,

it may not because

you are pursuing

the wrong thing.

It may just be that

being a whole person

is hard, worthy work.

#PermissionGranted

Wear fierce

Wear fierce

I got my gray covered yesterday.

It was showing up, super sparkly and well, gray.

And I’m just not ready for that.

My earrings were sitting on the counter so that they were safe from staining color. I asked my hairdresser to please not let me forget them and she said, “Oh, I will!” I laughed. She likes them, too! It’s safe to say the beaded earrings are one of my favorite pairs.

The earrings make a statement.

They are colorful.

They are bold.

They take up space.

They are fierce.

They are unique.

I wear them often – even now as I write this, in a scarf, sweatshirt, jeans, and duck boots – nestled into hair I have not combed today.

Later in my appointment, my hairdresser said to another woman in the room, whom I had just met, “Look at these earrings!” And she held up my work-of-art earrings for all to see. Everyone oohed and ahhhed over them and I enjoyed their appreciation of my favorite art to wear. My new acquaintance then said, “They suit you.”

And I was speechless for a second because that is one of the best compliments that I’ve been given! I believe she also likely saw the earrings the same way I do –

colorful,

bold,

fierce,

unique.

And she said they suit me.

She doesn’t know me, but she’s saying that’s what I am even on a day when I was feeling low, when everything was gray, not just my hair, and I was feeling about as far from fierce as one can get, and yet she said the earrings suited me.

I said, “Thank you, I appreciate that!”

And I tucked this away in my heart but it kept asking to be shared.

On the days when you question your worth – don the expensive shoes.
When you feel like bold is something you were in a previous chapter of life, go ahead and wear your statement piece.

If you are feeling a bit gray, wear fierce anyway.

When we feel off, when smiles are hard to come by – that’s the day to wear the red shoes or the bold jewelry pieces because these are the days that we need reminded who we are. When we wear what we love, it’s a way of reminding ourselves we are worthy of love.

So the next time you comment on someone’s earrings, shoes, or dress – remember that you might be speaking to her heart and not just her sense of fashion.

#PermissionGranted

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Bravery is not a guarantee

Bravery is not a guarantee

Bravery is not a guarantee.

Bravery is not a trade for

the outcome you desire.

Bravery is just the 

next step you take. 

We don’t know what is

around the corner

but the next step

must still be taken.

It is an exercise in trust,

but don’t forget – 

you’re in good hands.

 

Bravery,

in the company of fear,

hope, and trust

is the engine to take you to 

where you are supposed to be.

Some days will be hard and you

will be tempted to believe that bravery 

has been overtaken by fear.

Fear is just the reminder 

that you can’t do life alone. 

Fear is just a warning bell 

that you are relying too much

on yourself. 

It’s time to trust and put fear in its place.

Bravery, 

is a lot of small steps – 

not giant leaps. 

Small steps forward,

are steps in the right direction

and don’t be tempted to 

even think they don’t count. 

We can celebrate the little wins

and use those to build courage. 

The fails?

Those are our guardrails

to help keep us on the 

path we are supposed to be on. 

There are no guarantees…

except that 

bravery equals growth. 

#PermissionGranted

 

In the pocket

In the pocket

There’s a pair of denim shorts

in my dresser right now

with a folded up ten-dollar bill 

in the front, left pocket.

It’s always in there. 

I reach into my pocket often

when I am wearing the shorts

to make sure it is still there. 

Its lived in this pocket

for a long time – 

at least two years,

possibly more. 

Last week I stuck my hand in 

the pocket when I was folding 

the clothes and there 

was nothing in there. 

I was immediately sad. 

Did I spend it and forget about it?

What could have been so

important that I spent it

and now I don’t even remember 

what I spent it on?

I was so frustrated!

I tucked the shorts in the drawer –

minus the ten dollars,

unsure if I would

wear them again,

and took out my frustration

by vigorously shaking out the towels

before folding them.

The bottom of the clothes

basket was finally in sight,

but I was still bewildered.

Then, from under a sock peeked  

a bit of green paper. 

I squealed with glee.

I grabbed the cash and ran to 

my dresser and tucked it

into the left, front pocket

of my shorts – 

where it belongs.

I don’t know why this money

lives in my pocket.

Maybe there’s some sort

of comfort 

in the sameness?

Maybe it’s the smile

that comes over me

when I put the shorts on 

and stick my 

hand in my pocket

and feel the worn, 

folded edges

and think,

“Yep, I’m ready.”

I am not sure why

I do this

and I don’t feel 

that I need to explain it

or understand this quirk. 

It just is. 

It’s just a part of being me.

#PermissionGranted

 

Embrace your quirks. And embrace those of others – even the ones that may make you crazy. We have to allow for quirks so that we can all be who we are, right where we are!

 

Upon closer inspection

Upon closer inspection

If you look at my calendar

you would think it is a mess.

The same could be said for my car,

the basement, my desktop, and the laundry room.

My hope is that upon closer inspection,

you might be able to look past

the insanity, the yogurt splashes,

the boxes, the piles of shoes –

and see who I am.

The messes are messes, yes,

but there’s likely a reason they are there

and they don’t define who I am.

This is also true for my personality flaws –

and yours –

they are there for a reason,

but they don’t define

who we are.

I invite you to look past my flaws –

just as you would want me to

look past yours.

I also wish for you to help

me with my messes –

just because stubbornness

and a yogurt-splashed car

are a part of my life

doesn’t mean

I can’t make changes.

We are not forced to

stay in a mold

we can change,

morph,

grow

into people who pursue their best –

not just for their own sakes

but for the world around us.

Let’s give each other permission –

to be who we are,

right where we are…

but let’s also give permission

for others to speak

into the spaces where we

need to grow.

#PermissionGranted

 

 

 

Pieces of her

Pieces of her

She found a piece of herself

under the couch last month. 

It was dusty and covered in Cheerio crumbs

but it definitely belonged to her.

It was hard to tell 

but she thinks it might be her sense of adventure.

Last week she opened a box in the attic 

and was shocked to find 

her drive for justice in the box

with her high school yearbooks.

She sets the found pieces

in a box, next to her jewelry. 

She doesn’t think about them again

until she finds a paintbrush

buried in the junk drawer in the bathroom.

Her heart trips over itself

at the sight of a long-lost love.

She used to be known as

the artist. 

It joins the other pieces on her dresser.

The next day, during a long afternoon at work 

she re-discovers her ambition via 

an email search. 

She found it in an email about a business idea

from when she first graduated college.

It is still a good idea. 

She creates a folder titled:

Business Idea

and moves the email there so she 

can come back to it.

That evening

as she puts the girls’ clothes away

she squeals when she finds 

one of her favorite toys 

from when she was a girl.

She realizes then, that its been

a long time since she

felt joy that 

relishes the simple things. 

She carries the little toy 

to join the rest of the pieces of her. 

When she looks up

from her jewelry tray 

she catches her reflection

in the mirror and 

pauses.

All this time she thought she was

a whole person,

pursuing all that she is meant to,

but now that she’s discovered

misplaced pieces of her,

she takes stock. 

Is anything else missing?

How do I incorporate these

pieces of me back into my life,

where they rightfully belong?

Without them, 

I am not wholly me.

Her heart quickens, 

beats to redeem

lost time. 

She calls for the girls as she grabs 

her paintbrush and

runs to the playroom.

For now,

any paint will do.

She has to paint right this minute.

To put the pieces back together.

To be whole. 

To be all that she is meant to be. 

#PermissionGranted