A Mother’s Day poem for all the ways we are mothers, parents, souls who Take Care of the World…
can you feel the love (tonight) yet? >>>Author: Heidi Esther
Swimmer,
cheerleader
from the South Side.
Three bros,
mom and dad
Can bait my own hook.
Civil
Engineer-
turned-fundraiser.
Mamma
of two lights
Everyday blessed.
Divorce,
job loss, plus
codependence,
Woman-
loving-woman
awakening.
Boundaries,
Forgiveness,
Patience, & Grace.
Today,
Tomorrow,
New chances for life.
The 5 Keys of Self-Leadership
What is Self-Leadership? Why it is critically important, and how you can curate more of it and save your day, every day?
read on, brave human.An Unlimited Permission Slip
What’s a permission slip and what can it do for your life? Anything you want or everything that’s , depending on who’s writing it.
“T-minus one hour, ladies!” a Cheer-Bear voice booms from behind my door. I look up and stare at a new version of me in a round bulb-encased mirror. I’m sixty minutes from sharing my truth with a thousand people. Almost nine hundred more than I’ve ever been in front of, if you’d like to know.
My brain starts chucking thoughts at me.
MAN! Why does the head always get in the way! read on, brave >Yard Sale, brought to you by Impostor Syndrome
I stood there, clutching the fake microphone. The words dripped out of my mouth like cold honey. I could not heat them up, no matter how much I tried. All of the energy I had left pooled in my feet, anchoring me down to sleepy depths.
To try to muster some energy, I started pacing, but the lights in the room reflected upon the words on my pages, making me feel that I couldn’t even see what I was supposed to be talking about. And the longer the cold honey dripped out of my mouth, my throat started to resist speaking. It starting to close like a flower at sunset, closing up shop. I coughed. And soldiered on.
how is she gonna get out of this one? spoiler alert: she doesn’t!!When You’re Stuck
What do you do when you’re stuck? Actually, you might not be stuck, you might be full. This story and the following revelation were inspired by 100 coffee dates in 2022 + 2023. Many thanks to the beautiful souls I connected with who were vulnerable enough to share their hopes, struggles, and stories.
How are we so full that we get stuck? That’s weird!A Gift of Faith and Love
A 1988 middle-school story of the beginnings of my journey to faith and love.
My 12-year-old eyes opened to greet the early dark and quiet of my new-to-me house on a Sunday. Teenage-hood had not set in entirely, and my babysitting gig Saturday night thankfully didn’t go much past 10pm as I was waiting for the toddler’s parents to come home.
read on for a FREEBIE at the end!Dear Santa: No more People Pleasing
PICTURE: A people pleasing mommy with two toddlers in the suburbs of Anywhere, America. The first week of December.
What could possibly go wrong? Read on, brave soul!What good are savings if you are dying?
I typed this into the chat box, to a message to my wife. No, no, both of us are healthy middle-aged people. Just as tired and achey as the next middle-aged parents, coming to grips with sore hips, backs, and eyes that now need reading glasses. For those minor inconveniences, I am daily grateful. Nothing a little more yoga, patience, and five pairs of expertly-placed reading glasses around the house can’t solve.
but what is really going on here? Read on, intrepid traveler!You are unforgettable
Here’s a little story from recent travels that I hope lets you know that you, beautiful soul, are unforgettable.
read this when you need a little boost 💕3 minutes to revolutionize your love
Revolutionize your love? It takes three minutes to align with your self and your self-love. Here’s the scoop!
Hello, sweet soul and friend. How are things going? And how are you taking care of your big heart today? For me, it’s been an odd month. Changing schedules, covid outbreaks, clogged drains. In other words, life!
So, schedules. During the past month, I all-but-abandoned a part of my morning routine. Today, I started it up again, and it felt like coming home. To me. To why I love myself. It helps me remember me – ALL of me – when I get lost in productivity, books, helping others, and even house cleaning! Here are three sentences you can write down to wrap yourself in love at the start of every day 🙂
Love-Your-Infinite-Self Morning Routine 👇
click to get the three phrases!