It occurred today that I keep leaving places, people, and things because some part of me is trying to figure out how to get goodbye right.

Out in the world when I tell someone I’m adopted and they tell me I must be grateful, something else entirely happens. It’s like my cells are bumper cars and they start crashing into each other.

This work was a direct challenge to how I saw myself in the world. I believed the stories I told myself.

What if we are biologically programmed not to feel gratitude in some situations?

It occurred to me today as I was packing that it’s not so much about chasing a dream as being it.

My head does not love to go down the road of, “What was it like for my daughter to be raised with someone who has CPTSD and an anxious-avoidant attachment style” because it feels like I’m banging said head against a wall.

I don’t know what to tell you, but I’m going to try.

Sharing of yourself can be so complicated when you don’t have a sense of what the rules are.

Where we pay attention is where we give our power. Many adopted people think a great deal about the past, about what could have or should have been. What does that do to our strength?

Early in the Martha Beck Wayfinder coaching program, we learned the body compass was our greatest tool for knowing what was good or not good for us, for what was true or not true for us.

One thing I’ve learned (of so so many things) in Martha Beck’s Wayfinder course is that a direct way of confronting anxiety is to head into creativity.

When I didn’t have money worries this past year, it was like I had ripped out old carpet and found the rot that was beneath.