All tagged Letting Go

Spring Clean.

Growing up, I lived in a spotless home. Every Saturday morning, my mother would divvy up the chores among my sisters and I. From dusting baseboards to cleaning ceiling fans, the chores were always done before play ensued. On the surface, everything looked neat and tidy.

Choosing Me.

Picking up where we left off…

After that profound lunch, I returned to my hotel room. What felt fancy when I arrived suddenly felt cold and empty. Where does one go to find herself again? I was lost. So naturally, I cried. Big, fat alligator tears. I needed to escape, get out of the lonely hotel room in which I felt trapped.