Odd that it is watching, and enjoying, the SuperBowl that has brought me clarity around the concept of the roles we are assigned, and accept. In my family of origin I was given the role of quiet, perfect Murphy, not the brightest, but certainly the sweetest of the bunch. Through that lens I came to … Continue reading Rewriting My Script
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A Safe Space
I learned what a safe space is from an elderly gentleman who recently joined the yoga studio. The first time I met him he sat on the sofa and talked, about himself, the entire time I was trying to check students in. I was rather annoyed and, when he promised to finish a story after … Continue reading A Safe Space
Groomed but Escaped 