Making space for my still raw stories to play and have a life –beyond me arranging for you what I think you should think of me – is a risk every single time, but, these days I’m taking it.
This month full of questions should have come with a warning label, don’t you think? ⚠️ Working with all of these catalytic friendship prompts is a lot like being handed a can of Coke and not knowing whether or not it’s been shaken. It’s a bit of a risk. But you were undaunted. You made it… Continue reading Final thoughts and one more question
HONEST has been an important word for me this year. Do you have words like that? Words that pop up inside you and echo outside you until you feel like God has tipped up your chin and told you to listen?
When this happens to me, I notice that I’m onto something. I may need to walk around in honest for a while until I understand why, but here’s what I’ve got so far. The person I am most likely to be dishonest with is me.
I have a cookbook collection. Ok, I have a style of eating collection.
But underneath all the choices, I’m left with the question – how will I eat for the life that I want? I find with my friends that talking about food is never just talking about food.
“Help me help you. Help ME – help YOU!”
We are both in a bind. I need relief. You want to give some. But both of us have no answers and, I’m sorry, but I am greatly disadvantaged at the moment.
I just can’t help you. You’re on your own. But wait ….