Vulnerability – unfiltered from the heart

Faith in Receiving

It is very easy for me to give, ’tis much harder to receive. I give of my time, patience, efforts and knowledge to others everyday. Sometimes I get paid for it and sometimes I don’t. Religious dogma and society support giving more than receiving. “It’s better to give than to receive,” Acts 20:35 (KJV). Welfare recipientsContinue reading “Faith in Receiving”

Exposing & Accepting Imperfections

Much of the first half of my life was spent hiding my perceived flaws and imperfections, even from myself. While it helped me to survive childhood, I’ve found that hiding was keeping me miserable. Through unmasking myself, blogging has gifted me with connecting with others who have also suffered by hiding their perceived flaws. ItContinue reading “Exposing & Accepting Imperfections”

Tiffany’s Epiphanies: The Benefits of Shared Vulnerability

I hesitated to share my angst during the dark night of the soul that I mentioned in “Cleaning House for Clarity.” Yet, I felt like I was quickly drowning and knew I needed a lifeline. I messaged 3 close friends and requested they hold me in the light. In sharing my vulnerability and my needContinue reading “Tiffany’s Epiphanies: The Benefits of Shared Vulnerability”

Learning to Receive

We have been taught to be fiercely independent, to do as much as we can to prove ourselves worthy. I see this often with new moms who are literally juggling a baby, baby equipment and busy schedules; wanting to do everything with minimal to no help. Yet, in reality, none of us can be trulyContinue reading “Learning to Receive”

Standing Down

For most (ahem, all) of my life I have guarded my tender heart. So many it seems have torn it apart. ~~ Friends of yesteryear saw only small facets, only what I chose & when I chose to share it. The small pieces of me thrown out like bait, to allow them to know thatContinue reading “Standing Down”

Being a superhero (to save myself)

I often saw myself as the damsel in distress. Perhaps it was because inside of me lived the “evil stepmother.” Regardless of how well I walked the line, there was always something I could have done better. On my face I wore a smile, while on the inside I belittled myself. Most of my life,Continue reading “Being a superhero (to save myself)”

Sometimes Things Happen

Sometimes things happen: to show us how far we’ve come … to show us where we have yet to go to show us how much we love ourselves … to show us where we need to to show us where we feel worthy … to show us where we don’t to show us that weContinue reading “Sometimes Things Happen”