Our reality is like a million shards of glass; distorted, fragmented, and broken. My entire life I have been preoccupied with beauty; beautiful landscapes, beautiful homes, beautiful cars, beautiful people. I can't explain where it comes from, it has always just been there. For many years I harboured guilt over this love of beauty. There have been times when I have let it consume me. Moments where I felt betrayed by it.Read More
Relationship after relationship new storms would surge, threatening to throw one of us overboard, but I refused to take responsibility for the dysfunction emerging in each. I wasn’t yet ready to get brutally honest with myself and own my experiences. It was only after repeated ‘failed', or sabotaged, relationships that I began to notice a pattern - someone was always cast aside.
A handful of months ago I decided to get a journal to write down my dreams after I slept. For a few weeks, I wrote down every dream I could remember. And then I stopped. I felt like I was putting too much pressure on the process and it was becoming harder and harder to recall the dreams. Over a month went by and I didn’t write one down. Not one. I would wake up in the middle of the night and think to myself, “Get up! Write it down!” but I wouldn’t get up, and I forgot by the time I started my day. Then, I made a verbal contract with a friend. She was unaware that she was part of this contract but I knew I had to hold myself accountable to my dreams.Read More