What you did is not who you are. <Read that again> What you did is not who you are. I had a conversation with a friend recently about some things I did in my 20’s. Choices I made. Relationships I destroyed. Lies I told. It felt gross to...
Everywhere we look, there is pressure to do this or do that or make this and buy that. So much pressure to have a certain kind of experience and the not-so-subtle assertion that anything different is somehow ‘less’. If we don’t do it a certain...
There is something about a fire that draws us in – the magic of flames dancing, the smell of smoke, the permanence of destruction, the finality of turning a once physical and tangible thing to ash and dust. I love my Firepit Fridays – a...
In the hottest month of the year, in the steamiest Texas summer, I decided to Let It Burn. I declared four full weeks ago that I would be doing a blog and video series identifying all of the things that I feel we need to...
Yesterday was spent navigating multiple conversations around 'The Virus' that seems to be overtaking the world. By the end of the day, I admit I was a bit irritated. My patience had worn thin and my level of sarcasm was peaking at an all time...
Have you been watching my #PROtip videos on social media? A few weeks ago, I created a Vlog series called “Life Hacks with Holly: PRO tips for making life easier.” Each week, I post a short video with a life hack I’ve applied in my...
Childhood survival behavior #47: Be right. Always be right. It preserves justice. It prevents losing. It wards off attacks… sometimes. If you’re right, you win. If you’re right, you’re safe. For most of my life, I've prided myself on being right. To this day, when someone...
I’ve always loved that phrase. I think because it’s not just a kick in the rear, it’s a swift one. It comes fast. I’m assuming with some ‘oomf’ and it gets your attention. Maybe there is pain involved but that’s not specified. What is very clear...
Why do we choose suffering over joy? Why do we wallow in our pain instead of running toward our healing? Why, when there are so many different sources of hope and help, do we insist that we are alone? In our unhealthy obsession with self, we...
After a couple of good, long crying jags and a bottle of wine (or two), I was finally able to come to terms with the fact that I am overwhelmed. Completely and totally overwhelmed. Exhausted, stretched too thin, stressed, edgy, not behaving like the best...