Today is the day to make our voices heard! Please vote today!
Today is the day to make our voices heard! Please vote today!
Despite all of my concerns for the world today, the tragic violence of yet another mass shooting, and the dismal reality of each day’s news, I am buoyed by hope. Midterm elections are this November 6th, and I encourage each and every one of you to seize your power and your voice. We all lose when we are silenced. Your vote matters, and your voice matters.
Joanna Goddard shared four things to do to get ready to vote, including helpful resources to educate yourself if you are feeling a bit lost about where your polling place is, what the issues are, or even how to get to the polls.
I believe in us, and I believe in our country. Remember, a journey of 1,00 miles begins with a single step.
“As I stared at myself in the mirror, I thought about what it would be like to paint my own portrait. Say I were to try, what sort of self would I end up painting?”
Thanks to Erin Boyle I stumbled across a beautiful mediation on home, travel, and belonging in Candace Rose Rardon’s essay, Home is a Cup of Tea. She combines sweet sketches with simple musings about traveling, moving, settling, loving, and living — and how we define “home.” Like Rardon, I have fond memories of drinking tea. The tall, narrow cupboard in my childhood home full of tea tins, the fun of choosing a flavor for that particular afternoon, and the steamy, milky sweetness in my cup.
Even though the world may be extraordinarily challenging and difficult right now, we can pull strength and resilience from a sense of home, whatever that might be for each of us. Some days, a cup of tea and a quiet moment to recharge are exactly what is needed. Then we can jump back into the fray, renewed and ready to face the day.
I wish there was a word for that feeling of wishing you had a part
in the happy memories of someone you care about (perhaps too) deeply.
It comes with a surge of envy for those that do,
and a queer ache in the chest,
and sometimes even a pricking of the eyelids.
A stab of sadness that feels utterly at odds with the happiness of their memory.
I’d hand you that word with my palms wide open — like a gift —
to show you my aching, and how I wish to be more/closer/deeper a part of you.
Depression is a difficult thing to talk about. I know, because I suffer from it. Lock, stock, and barrel, I deal with depression and anxiety both. I do think the stigmas around mental illness are slowly beginning to change, but preconceptions and judgements still linger. Even when people mean well, it can still be a challenging topic to deal with. Especially since these disorders are largely invisible.
In some ways, I think some of the difficulties surrounding depression (and anxiety) can be attributed to the language we use.
“I’m so anxious about my meeting today! I can’t wait until it’s over.”
“Ugh, I’m so depressed they got rid of the pumpkin spice latte already. It’s my favorite!”
Sound familiar? The fact that we use the same verbiage to describe both fleeting emotions AND majorly debilitating illnesses often makes it difficult to be taken seriously, no matter how well-meaning someone might be. No, a walk around the block will not make me less depressed. Unfortunately, encouragement to look on the bright side will not make my anxiety any better. But someone listening, just being there, or simply acknowledging how difficult things may be can sometimes make a world of difference. And if you aren’t sure what might help? Ask. It’s that easy. A very dear friend recently asked me what helps when I am feeling bad, and I felt so seen. His kindness in that moment made me so grateful. Similarly, I almost cried when my doctor described panic attacks as one of the most terrifying experiences out there. Up until that point, the episodes I had experienced were described to me as “only” panic attacks (as opposed to a cardiovascular issue). The validation and relief that came with that simple shift was staggering to me. I felt seen. And I felt understood.
Perhaps the most difficult thing to explain is when people say you can “just ask” for help: “Just reach out — I’m here anytime!” Unfortunately, depression is insidious in that way. It isn’t simply feeling sad. To me it feels more like emptiness. Like inertia. All the color drains from the world, I can’t appreciate any of the good things in my life, and I want nothing more than to curl up into myself and cease to be, for fear of being a bother to anyone. As much as I try to “logic” myself out of negative self-talk, on the bad days, you can’t convince me I am anything other than lazy, weak, a downer, a failure, and a burden to everyone I care about. It takes an immense amount of willpower to even get out of bed some days, much less send someone a text that I’m feeling a little down. (I won’t ever say more than that, for fear of being a burden. Or a downer. You see? Insidious!) That being said, if I can get there, if I can send that little text, I am forever grateful if someone says, “Hey, you’re not a bother. I know it’s hard, but you’re strong. I believe in you.”
I had a rough day recently, which made me think I should put some of this out there, in the hopes that maybe someone sees this and feels a little bit less alone. Sometimes, that can make all the difference.
Very recently I had the pleasure of visiting with a friend I hadn’t seen since high school. We had a lovely afternoon catching up and laughing at the antics of her small son. Life took us on our own paths, and then somehow dumped us out into a fortuitous afternoon — one where we could just walk and smile and enjoy a moment in time together. It got me thinking, about thens and nows, and about the people we become.
Certainly I am not the same person I was 18 years ago. It was more than half a lifetime ago, and since then I have experienced joys and sorrows, victories and defeats, pain and love. But in some ways, I think I am still that girl, too. Idealistic, quick-witted, a bit self-conscious? That girl is still there. She is deeper now, though, and more multi-faceted. Hopefully a little wiser. Maybe a bit more of a realist, but no less a romantic.
The way we grow, the paths that we carve towards change — these make for quite the journey. I get caught up in the day-to-day so often that I forget sometimes how far I’ve come, and how far I still can go. Thank you, C, for unwittingly prompting this meditation on self. It was lovely to see you. And to see me, in a slightly different light.
you know, dear
I will always
I don’t mind
if you don’t
“The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.”
My cold still hasn’t quite let up, so I’m especially grateful for a long weekend on this fine Friday. Wishing you all a restful Labor Day weekend!
Apologies for my absence this week, but I have had a terrible cold. I’m hoping to be back in action fully next week, but in the meantime, I wanted to share a resonant piece about beauty that I stumbled across this morning:
“… Here are some activities where I feel intuitively beautiful and feminine – Walking through the Minneapolis Institute of Art alone. Writing and creating in an afternoon coffee shop. Talking with my girlfriends late at night, long after the persuasion of sleep has crept in. I feel most beautiful when interacting with this life that surrounds us. So I’m trying to do more of that. Because the image I keep hoping to see in the mirror? She’s never going to show up. But still, without fail, I greet her within me every single day – she is the way I respond to art and humanity. She is the rare and precious awareness that comes only when studying something that is distinctly outside of myself. I want to learn more of her. And it’s not going to happen while looking into the empty reflection of my bathroom mirror. So why would I bother to look there at all?”
It made me think about how I feel vs. how I look, and how important it is to feel good in my body. Here’s to a weekend full of feeling beautiful in and of ourselves.