The One Hundred Day Creative Challenge: Day 3 It’s not too late. Today I’m writing a blog about my Indie publishing journey and the integration of art and craft in living a creative life. That’s my challenge today —articulating a…
The One Hundred Day Creative Challenge: Day 2 We all love something new. New makes me think of something fresh. Something shiny. Something exciting. When it comes to creative expression or inspiration, trying something new or approaching something with…
November came and went like a blip on my screen. Thirty days have never gone so fast! I had several medical tests, a surgery, my son’s wedding, went to an author event, several dinners with friends, I wrote and edited…
Dear Brené, Well, we’ve made it to the end of Rising Strong. When I embarked on the adventure of an online book club with Amanda and Jodie, I didn’t realise how exposed we’d all feel by the process. Amanda, Jodie…
Dear Brené, As I’ve rumbled with shame, identity, criticism and nostalgia I see that I’ve cut off parts of my true self, silenced parts. In being the name of being tough and strong and resilient I’ve created emotional orphans. If…
Dear Brené, As I dive into Rising Strong my life is being edited to pieces. The story is getting more convoluted and messy—more a *SFD than a polished piece of work. In my head there’s this idealized version of my life.…
For the last three weeks, Jodie, Amanda and I have been having a conversation in our online book club. The conversation has been challenging and rewarding. From Rumbling With the Dark Side, to being an Emotional Ninja to The Reckoning we’ve…
Dear Brené, Well, we’ve made it to Chapter Four. Amanda’s become a ninja and is having an online personality crisis. Jodie tried to skip Day Two, but found it impossible—just like you said she would. I’m going to be straight…
Dear Brené, I hope you don’t mind me calling you Brené. I’ve never met you in person, but I’ve read your books and watched your TED talks and feel like I know you. In Rising Strong you give voice to so…
What if money was no object? What would you do? Doing what you desire, becoming a master of it and then making money from it makes sense. Doing something you hate to perpetuate that life journey doesn’t make any sense.…