Hello, my name is Maresi, and I am a perfectionist. How do I know? I know because all of what I am about to copy down here applies directly to how I’ve lived my life. (sooner or later, you’ll all buy this book for yourselves and can tell me ‘Shut up! I’ll read it myownself! […]
1. Today’s photo is to be ‘something that begins with t.’ So here’s my trip book. It took a long time to put together but it was worth every minute. 2. After having my mind totally and thoroughly blown yesterday over the research of Brené Brown into the areas of vulnerability and shame, I feel […]
More often than not there’s no discernible reason – no traumatic event or sad anniversary or painful memory. But it comes anyway. It sneaks in and drops a scrim between me and clear vision. Between me and capability. Between me and reality. I’m suddenly and painfully aware of all my many shortcomings. I’m lazy. Thoughtless. […]
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