Hi, I’m Carie. I write for myself, and others, about navigating these times.
The 50/50 mindfulness practice
A poem by James Crews + a simple mindfulness practice that helps me be a better listener.
Are we blind to new opportunities?
Leo lives his life with his nose to the ground. I laugh at him a lot, because I can see what he’s looking for. But he doesn’t look up.
How often do we humans stay hyper focused in one direction and miss opportunities that are close by?
Credit where credit is due
Thank God for all the miracles that allow me to live from this space.
For all who grieve
I keep this poem in my back pocket. For others, when I don’t know what to say. For myself, to remind me of just how dense grief truly is.
To the man who will never see this blog post
After the murder of Renee Good, I saw a tweet that said:
“Every woman who has been assaulted by a violent man knows exactly what ‘fucking bitch’ in that tone means.”
A boyfriend in high school introduced me to that tone. So, I’m familiar. And, my best friend and I recently encountered that same energy out in the wild. Read on.
Still here
I’m still sick, so this window — and too much time on Instagram — are my current views.
Tried to write something meaningful but the brains aren’t properly braining. So here’s something I wrote in my notes app, once upon a time.
You deserve a break
I feel like the (exhausting) narrator in my head definitely wears Sally Jessy Raphael glasses.
This and that can be true
Most days I’m confident. Over-confident, some might say. But I also have days like today, where everything I thought about myself was disasterous. It was a perfect day to allow my big feelings to flow, and I gratefully had the time and space to do so. It was also a day that I should not — NOT — judge my entire body of work.
Be wary of your regularly scheduled programming
How are you programming your life right now? How’s that working out for you?
TBH, binging Nashville on Netflix is working great for me. Doomscrolling —not so much. Sharing some thoughts tonight for anyone feeling a little bit hungry for some trust and truth.
Why is laughter important in friendships?
Excuse the extreme close up of my big mouth, but it’s evidence.
