Here I am again: this is me...the Pot calling out the Kettle. Last week I wrote about loving yourself; accepting yourself; making time for the things that bring you joy. I write those things because self-care is such an important concept for those in the helping profession. Without it, we crash and burn. We leave … Continue reading The Hypocrite
When written in Chinese, the word "crisis" is composed of two characters. One represents danger, and the other represents opportunity. John F. Kennedy. We all face crisis: in our career, in our personal life, in relationships. Crisis can seem debilitating at times. And for some, it is. In the throngs of crisis, we experience those … Continue reading Dangerous Opportunity
Yesterday, I entered my first 5K race. The race was a benefit for Blanket Fort Hope, a wonderful organization combatting Human Trafficking of minors. I hesitated to join, at first, due to my inability to sustain a run. Challenging my self-doubt, I decided to enter. However, admitting that I could not actually run for 3.22 … Continue reading Finishing Last
After my heart surgery, I committed, with the obvious wake-up call, to changing my unhealthy lifestyle. I didnt drink or smoke and I did ocassionally exercise prior to the event. But, according to the doctors, the two biggest contributors to the problem were the stress in my life from my career and the fact that … Continue reading One More Minute
Remember the song? Rock a Bye Baby In the Tree Top When the Wind Blows The Cradle Will Rock. When the Bough Breaks The Cradle Will Fall And Down Will Come Baby Cradle and All. Those lyrics are really morbid if you dwell on them. A child perched high in a mighty tree but upon … Continue reading When the Bough Breaks
A group of friends were spelunking. For those adventurous souls that means that they were actually exploring an under ground cave... on purpose... For Fun! For us claustrophobic crowd, it would be our worst nightmare! And , dont you just know it? After exploring for a while, a cave in, stranded them in a tomb, … Continue reading Whose Light Will you Follow?
My story began the night of my birth. I emerged from the warm darkness of my mother's body into the cold darkness of a flat bed truck. Everything felt cold and unfriendly as I came into this world howling my displeasure of the transition. No loving arms cradled or comforted me. No soft words or … Continue reading I have a Story to Tell: Zane