This BuzzFeed article offers strategies from a handful of coaches, social workers, and therapists (including me!) to help you deal with the Judgy McJudgeFace that lives inside us.
One day it occurred to me that I no longer knew how to answer when people asked, "how are you?"
I don't know when it happened exactly. All I know is that this ordinary, everyday question was quite literally stopping me in my tracks.
A friend or coworker who I hadn’t seen in a while would enthusiastically ask, “how are you?!” and I would become speechless (which if you know me, you know that's really saying something).
I would pause waiting for the right words to appear.
For those of you not on Instagram (or not following me), here is another round up of some of my favorite posts from the last couple of months.
If you hover over the thumbnail, you'll see a caption that will give you a clue about the topic, or you can click to view the full post on IG.
Remember that you don't need an Instagram account to view these. If you do want to follow me, you can find me here.
I knew it had been a while since my last blog post...but I was SHOCKED AND APPALLED when I saw that the last time I wrote was January.
Where have I been?! What have I been doing?! (I mean besides: seeing clients, sleeping, hanging out with friends and family, petting my cats, watching TV, doing laundry, going to Zumba, reading, eating, etc...)
Well, what happened was...
When I first started running, it was brutal.
Let's be honest, it still is. I am perpetually falling out of this habit. Every time I return after a long break, it feels almost as hard as it did when I started.
I never wanted to be a runner. I didn't understand why people would voluntarily subject themselves to this particular brand of torture.
Then one day, for reasons I don't fully understand, I wanted to try.
fara tucker, lcsw
therapist~consultant~teacher in Portland, Oregon