Shelter in Place Promises

I want to address my absence for the past few weeks. I’ve been feeling really odd about blogging during this awful time in the world. Seriously, as I write this, someone is dying. It feels awfully insensitive to be sharing my deepest thoughts about something so minuscule compared to life and death.  We are now…

I. Am. Not. Okay.

I’m not okay. There, I said it. I. Am. Not. Okay. I said it again. It feels like the tightness in my chest released a little bit when I typed it. Except, it still feels odd to say outloud. Which leads me to this post. Why is it not okay to be not okay? We…