Sassy Sober Survivor

      friend [ frend ] / frɛnd noun 1. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard. 2. a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter . 3. a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile I have always had friends. Girls and guys to chat on the phone, gossip to, make plans to go out...regular friends, feel good friends.   But I’ve never had friends like I do now.  The friends I have now protect me and treat me like a sister. They hold me to a higher standard. They push me to be better. They call me out, they teach me and they want me to be the best I can be. I’m used to being supportive but I struggle to accept help and support when it’s offered.  Now that I am supported I feel safe enough to be authentic.  And being authentic means that I am not always at my best, rational and selfless self.  I can feel good with just about any...

Aunt Flow.  On the rag.  Surf the crimson tide.  On my period.  That time of the month...these are some ways that the world talks about menstruation. Like it is a biiiiiig secret. There is so much shame and embarrassment  surrounding menstruation that there are hundreds of terms to describe this human bodily function. Its talked about in hushed voices behind closed doors. Men AND *some* women think it’s gross, dirty, disgusting even. ‍ We bleed! That’s it!! No big deal right?  WRONG!! It’s some of the most intense beautiful magic that happens and I get to experience it EVERY MONTH! Wow. Just fucking wow.  My body is built to sustain Another Life.  When that purpose goes unfulfilled-  the nourishment, the memories of my ancestors, my DNA at the cellular level exits my body as blood. How couldn’t this be magical? Besides all the silly terms I first mentioned there are other ways to refer to menstruation....

    I have been spending a shit ton of time online lately. Now that I am self employed I have more me-time, a luxury and privilege that I acknowledge and don’t take for granted.  I write, I rest and I DO the things that bring me joy but the pull of social media is wicked strong. I open my eyes each morning and right away reach for my phone to check my media. Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat and the like. Plus my emails and my blog. Sometimes I end up scrolling for over an hour before I even get out of bed! It’s absurd and time consuming.    T I M E  is important to me. How, who and where I spend it and what I do for my self care are high on my priority list.    So why am I giving up so much of it mindlessly scrolling?!? Well, I have the excuse that I advertise my business online. Aaaaaand my blog is online. I streamlined my timelines to show me only my close friends and people that inspire me. But still I end up scrolling...sc...