It is only when I am fully me and explore and exercise my passions and truth that I can do whatever it is that I am meant to do with this life.
Learning to paint and draw helped me to learn to take more risks, surrender the idea that the illusion of control will improve the outcome, and in experimenting I reach the most exciting outcomes.
When Anne let me push her wheelchair, I knew we were really friends. Her vulnerability with me allowed me to be more open with her and created connection. As I allow others and God to push my metaphorical wheelchair, I’m receiving more grace and peace.
Feeling deserving of my abundance, especially where money is concerned, and accepting my decisions around spending it may be my greatest struggle. Perhaps accepting the struggle is what self-compassion looks like – knowing that I will never get it right, but loving myself anyway.
I have been inhibited in writing about and fully immersing myself in the spiritual part of my journey out of fear. It’s time to take that leap of faith.
It is said that it is better to give than receive, but I’m inclined to think they are necessary in equal measure. The trick is to overcome my discomfort with receiving so I can enjoy whatever is given.
How No Saint Jennifer learned that letting go is not a magical place of ease, but requires acceptance of her persistent nature, acknowledging her thoughts, then letting them go, again and again.
No Saint Jennifer discovers that we are all doing our best and in the process finds new ways to love herself and others more.
An angry confrontation with a halloween prankster with a bat led No Saint Jennifer to new lessons in anger management and self-compassion.
I have an irrational, but deep-seated fear of hell that has regularly prevented me from changing beliefs and behaviors that don’t serve me. A series of conversations with Jesus, including how I don’t believe in him as God, helped me to overcome that fear and see that I am loved and loveable as I am.