The Things I Know To Be False Help Me To Know What’s True

I’ve always been a positive person.  Annoyingly optimistic.  Eternally grateful.  A lot of fun.  I haven’t been that way for the past few months.  Not here on this blog, not in emailing with friends, and certainly not at home.  I know it’s wearing on my family — my short fuse, my constant restlessness, my absence as I take on too much.  But I sense I’m discovering a lot of important things about myself and the way I operate.  I am reinforcing what works to really motivate me and make me happy.  I am noticing — and slowly shedding — what keeps me small, scared and stuck.   Continue reading