appy New Year!
Can you believe we’re nearly through the first week of the new year?
Did you make new year’s resolutions? I don’t really make them so much any more…because I know I’ll break them.
I’ll start out strong and motivated as we all do…
“I’m going to get in shape for real.”
“I’m going to the gym every day.”
This is the season of light. Thanksgiving is past. We’ve already done our Black Friday binge-shopping for the year.
I see more trees being put up this weekend than I ever remember being put up so soon in the season in previous years. The decorations, trees, and lights inspire me to start decorating our own home.
But in this season of sparkling tinsel and twinkling lights, there’s a darker side we don’t always think about, or want to. For many people, this season of togetherness, generosity, and family presents a viciously painful battle.
You’re sitting at a coffee shop with three of your closest girlfriends, chatting, catching up, enjoying some laughs.
Statistically speaking, one of the four of you beautiful women will experience abuse at the hand (or mouth) of an intimate partner at some point in your precious lives.
One of the four of you.
And that one blessed friend has a high chance of being sexually assaulted by that same partner.
Monday? Already? It feels like that this week for me. I just left behind a wonderfully busy week spent preparing to attend a writers conference. When I was there, it was a beautiful thing to be among so many creative minds, full of hope and ambition and ideas, just like me. It will take me many days to process all the valuable information bestowed upon us there and I will delight in every bright minute of that.
It’s been a bit since I’ve done a Mental Health Monday post dedicated to some aspect of healthier living and it felt right that today was a good time to write one. I’m going to share three things you should know about me:
I’m loyal, sometimes to a fault. I asked my daughter tonight what she thought one of my weaknesses is. She contemplated this for a minute. I wanted her to be honest, even if she felt it might sting. I wanted to hear her perception and thoughts. “You’re too giving and too nice sometimes,” she said.