relationships
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Walking a Codependent Camino – Promise #6
19.7 miles from Tui, Spain to Redondelo “I learn to see myself as equal to others. My new and renewed relationships are with equal partners.” We sat at an early morning breakfast, genuinely stunned and nervous about today’s mileage. Nervous… Continue reading
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Walking a Codependent Camino – Promise #5
14 miles from Rubãis, Portugal to Tui, Spain “I know a new love and acceptance of myself and others. I feel genuinely loveable, loving and loved.” There was something mournful about leaving Portugal. I couldn’t really put my finger on… Continue reading
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Walking a Codependent Camino – Promise #4
“I release myself from worry, guilt, and regret about my past and present. I am aware enough not to repeat it.” 15.61 miles – Up and over the Mountains of Ponte de Lima, moving from the coastal route to the… Continue reading
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Walking a Codependent Camino – Promise #3
“I know a new freedom” 16.07 miles from Vila do Conde to Esposende This second promise from CoDA was a good meditation as miles flew by. Cobblestones, wooden boardwalks, and farm paths carried me from the sea, to town, back… Continue reading
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Walking a Codependent Camino: Promise #2
“I am no longer controlled by my fears. I overcome my fears and act with courage, integrity, and dignity.” It was 21 degrees Celcius. We walked 9.7 kilometers and covered 18.3 kilometers in total. We had the thought of enjoying… Continue reading
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Walking a Codependent Camino – Finding your “Why?”
I am a “yes” kind of girl. I feel a tenacious pull to be a part of any and all plans. I am a “good story” addict and have always felt committed to living a bigger life than was prescribed… Continue reading
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The Responsibility of Repair
“I love you on your good days. I love you on your bad days. I love you when you are smiling and full of joy. I love you when you are sad or frustrated. I love you when you are… Continue reading
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Where Faith meets the Mat
As a born-and-raised Christian (like the 1990’s Christians… not Christian Nationalist), I was brought up on the teachings of Jesus. I also attended a Baptist elementary school in which we had a healthy dose of guilt, shame, and judgment. The… Continue reading
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When Friendship Dies
The death of a friendship can be the kind of death you don’t see coming. It feels like a car accident but not in the way in which you’re actually the driver. Maybe it’s like the kind of accident where… Continue reading
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Rules, Rosters & Roulette
This is the story of how I used my psychotically organized personality to find the love of my life on Match.com. A story for a different time: I was married for 10 years, had 3 kids with said-husband, and then… Continue reading
Recklessly Hopeful 