Thirty Days

Here we are. In 30 days I will be celebrating 55 years of living. And, make no mistake -- I will be celebrating. Not in the way that you may think. No parties, no "turning up" -- just me taking care of me. In less than 30 days I will be traveling to spend a week at an amazing spa where I plan to rest, relax, rejuvenate, breathe, pray, eat and drink to my heart's content. Happy birthday to me. Fifty-five. My daughter just celebrated her 25th birthday and I think back 25 years ago and how different my life was then. I was actually unable to visualize a better life for myself back then. I was miserable. I was broke. I was broken. I was depressed and could not find one, single reason

Walls and Boundaries

I should have been a carpenter or in construction because I am an expert at building walls. Emotional walls, that is. Walls that intentionally keep people at a distance. I mind my own business, I encourage others to do the same and I am fiercely protective of my space. Period. I can’t tell you precisely when all that happened because I know I wasn’t always like this, but I do know that it became an intentional practice in my early adult years and grew even more in later years. I also know that the wall building was born because of being repeatedly disappointed by people who I thought I could trust. Boyfriends, husbands, sister-friends, employers, co-workers … you name it, someone had di

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