living up to what’s written down.

My assignment for the week is to question my preconceived notions of myself.  God knows I’ve got tons of preconceived Continue reading →

ballerinas shouldn’t exist.

Before we begin let me clarify: we’re not talking about ballerinas forced to become ballerinas in dancing gulags behind the Continue reading →

looking down.

To get into this program, I needed to have a timeout called on myself. I needed to stop everything, hop Continue reading →

note to self.

I am a pessimist at heart. Or at least that’s what I’ve always believed.  Like blood type or eye color, Continue reading →

it doesn’t need to be this big thing.

This step has always felt like I needed to get dressed up all fancy-like; that this was an official request, Continue reading →

spending eternity readying entirely.

Is there ever a point I can raise my hand up and declare, “I’m ready now”, and someone from God’s Continue reading →

it’s super-simple, until you try to do it.

So, last time I admitted everything to myself, God, and another human being. Check. Step Six: Were entirely ready to Continue reading →