Hi, I’m Carie. I write daily posts about navigating these times.
Earth Day Confession
My habits and behaviors around my mobile phone are gross. Thank you for reminding me of this, Planet Earth.
Jane Goodall — “Hope requires action”
“Each one of us matters, has a role to play, and makes a difference. Each one of us must take responsibility for our own lives, and above all, show respect and love for living things around us, especially each other.”
Jane Goodall
I write for humans not robots
Key points:
Make your art
Share your art
Love your art
Be human
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Myers-Briggs + ENFP
Today we’re talking personality types. According to the Myers-Briggs framework, I’m an ENFP. One example of living with this personality type is how often we are accused of flirting. Which, for me, is hilarious because the truth is this: 1) I have no idea how to flirt. 2). Unless I’m 3+ drinks deep, then I’m probably gonna make it weird. 3) If I’m not 3 sheets to the Colorado wind, then the only way to know if I’m flirting is that my entire personality type changes into someone who is shy, quiet, withdrawn, and awkward AF. True story.
That Time in 2018 When I Started Crying and Didn’t Stop
Once upon a time, I was sick. I hurt. And I believed that pain was my lot in life. To cope, I started using mind/body therapies. I started changing my thoughts. I started feeling my feelings and releasing all that didn’t serve.
Today, I live pain-free. This post shares a little of the science as to why I no longer hurt — at least from a “chronic” perspective. I have been complaining about a back ache for three days that resulted from walking a few miles on Saturday in cute but flat sneakers. But that’s my bad. My middleaged body is strong but it ain’t playing about wearing supportive shoes. ;)
The Kind of Woman I Am
My dad sent me an Instagram reel this morning. His mom, my Grandma Vi, used to have these words displayed in her kitchen. I remember actually being a little freaked out by them when I was really little — Catholicism made me really scared of the devil. But as I got older, I learned to love these words. Here’s a story about my grandma and how she helped turn me into the kinda of woman the devil himself is afraid of.
Validation
Yesterday, I touched into a small part of me that still worried that I’d made something up. That maybe I was just crazy to believe. I didn’t go into the day hoping for validation. Or even knowing that I was seeking it. But it’s what I got.
Some science to back up my “woo”
Coming soon — some real science to show the power of the mind/body connection.
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.
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.
On surrender
Today I reflected on a way I learned to create new patterns in my life as it relates to anxiety, sharing a simple practice I started 10+ years ago. I also included some links as to what science says about this God Box practice. And, read to the end, because once again the universe humbled me today, giving me a situation that’s largely out of my control. Simple practices, but dang it — never easy.
How do you catch an elephant?
I told a crass joke at Grandma’s memorial. My family put me up to doing it right after she died. I thought it would be hilarious so I agreed. I didn’t think too much about it. Until, of course, I ascended the steps and stood behind the pulpit of a church where I spent my formative years and had second thoughts.
Tribute to my grandmama
My grandma died on Nov. 26, 2025. Today, our family is celebrating her life. Here’s something I wrote about her a few years ago, about Why I Write. It’s largely becaue of her!
TL/DR: You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be
Life can be so funny. You can feel so far out of alignment from where your ego mind believes you ought to be. Things can be so quiet in life, for days, months, even years. You can be on the brink of losing faith, of believing you’ve taken far too many wrong turns to even consider that you’re still on your highest and best path, then WHAM.
You find yourself at a Starbucks, far from home, and the universe reminds you that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.