THANK YOU, all of you who commented on Facebook and messaged me about my tire pressure issue. Thank you for acknowledging that at the heart
This image was posted in a travel group I belong to and it struck a chord in a huge way: It’s me! My “low tire
Chris and I are going out again on Thursday and he’s sending all the right signals. He’s looking forward to seeing me. He can’t wait.
Every year in July, my company holds a conference. Clients fly in from around the world for three days of lectures, workshops, training, and food
Getting from Lyon to Chamonix by train was no laughing matter, and today’s anxiety attacks proved it. My excitement about getting up into the Alps
I’m incredibly nervous about meeting Christopher Gorham. I’m convinced he won’t want to get to know me, primarily because I have become so fat.
I keep wishing I lived closer to family. I caught myself noticing for sale signs on houses and paying attention when we passed condo complexes.
Anxiety Trigger: My Brother’s Wedding. When I first learned of my brother’s engagement, I collapsed and had a sobbing fit. It was awful. This weekend is the wedding and I am not doing well.
Suppressed emotions during depression cause a fear of writing. Depression and writer’s block go hand-in-hand. It isn’t until the suppressed emotions are uncovered and addressed that a depressive spell lifts and writing can begin again.
With solo travel comes a type of loneliness that is freeing, but crushing. The need for connection is biological. It’s how we’re wired. And we wind up lacking it.
It’s a feeling about a fantasy scenario. It’s a big feeling, an intense feeling, and it’s about a nonexistent situation.
It’s second nature to want to defend against being excited about someone. When I was a teenager and through my early 20s, showing excitement over
Instead of, “Hey, this is nice. How lovely,” the heart screams, “Let’s think about how awful it will feel if this ends.”
The walls I’ve worked so hard to dismantle suddenly emerged from the ground on every side of me, and slammed closed with a massive clanging sound over my head. I was surrounded by heavy gray stone all around and above me. No doors, no windows, no light. Just me, huddled inside a cell of my own making, in self-enforced solitary confinement.
It’s so amazing and rare to find someone you enjoy traveling with. It’s even more amazing to spend ten straight days together, then miss the