“Shame is a soul eating emotion.”
― C.G. Jung
I could not help but notice that people really freaked out (in a good way) when I wrote about shame in my previous post (Epi 4) last summer. That post had infinitely more responses and reaction than any other topic I’ve written about. Honestly, I don’t think it was because it was my most phenomenal writing, I think it was because shame rarely gets called out. Now, I realize I’m not Brené Brown. (But I most definitely will quote her). I’m not any sort of research expert in the slightest. But I think its safe to say that shame is something we all want to talk about. So I’m gonna keep talking.
Continue reading “Episode 13: What are you so ashamed of?”
A couple of days ago I was sitting around catching up with a group of friends, and someone began to get real about fear. She had been experiencing some abnormal health symptoms, had gone for tests, and now had an upcoming doctors appointment looming over her head. She summarized her fears about hearing her results quite simply, “I just wish I knew whether it was good or bad.”
Almost immediately, another friend nodded her head in agreement and said, “That’s the hardest part though – the unknown.”
Everyone in the circle nodded in agreement.
Continue reading “Episode 11: The Hardest Part”
How many variations of that statement have you heard or you yourself uttered throughout the week?
“I was so uncomfortable.”
It’s the primary reason we associate long international flights with a deep sense of dread and disdain. It’s the reason we write off a potential relationship after one semi-awkward first date. It’s our excuse for backing out of a new job opportunity almost as quickly as we entered into it. It’s why we stare unwaveringly at our phones while trapped in crowded public elevators or waiting rooms, desperately avoiding potential eye contact with strangers.
We are driven by an innate desire for comfort.
Continue reading “Episode 5: I just can’t get comfortable”
Have you ever entered a room full of strangers and been forced to play the dreaded “icebreaker” games?
There are few things I truly dislike in this world.
Wasps, disk-golf, scavenger hunts (the worst), and icebreakers. Like, no thank you, I’ll keep this social situation nice and frozen and impenetrable thanks. I think it’s partially because I expect full-grown adults to have some amount of social skills that they are able to break the ice without a game or a line. But maybe that’s just me.
There’s one “getting-to-know” question that inevitably pops up and in every awkward mix and mingle soiree. “What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?”
Continue reading “Episode 4: Shame, shame, shame on you babe”