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HAPPY NEW YEAR’S NON-RESOLUTION TO YOU

January brings us into a new year. Did you know that January is named after the Greek god Janus? Janus was often depicted with two faces, one looking back and one facing forward. Although being two-faced is often seen as a bad trait, it could prove helpful at this time of year. As we ring in 2017, we have the opportunity to reflect on the year behind us, and look forward to a fresh year ahead. By now the drone of Christmas carols has given way to the fervor of New Year’s Resolutions. Are you going to resolve to lose weight, get out of debt, unplug, spend more time with the kids or finally learn how to play the harmonica? Recent statistics tell us that of the 45% of Americans that usually make New Year’s Resolutions, only 8% are successful in achieving their resolution. So I resolve not to ...

A SEASON OF SADNESS

As the holidays have swirled around in their usual color, carols, and consumerism, I’ve seen a drastic split in the socially expected cheerful mood and how the people around me really feel. Many of my wonderful friends and family members have been very sad. This year, a dear friend of mine is mourning a miscarriage. Another is missing a husband while he is in drug rehab, while another marks her calendar as the anniversary of her husband’s imprisonment. This is the time of year when my closest coworker’s father died, bringing him a wash of grief every December. My own family has recently experienced a tragedy, leaving us all feeling a little too shattered to be raising spirits bright. Maybe it’s the polar opposite of the emotions the holiday season is supposed to invoke, that makes my loved...

SELF AWARENESS

Sunday scaries meet holiday scaries! You’re here. Right smack in the middle of the holiday craziness. You might be post Christmas, mid Chanukah and pre New Years Eve and let’s be honest there is just A LOT going on.  Maybe you’re feeling post holiday blues and the ever pending new year anxiety already kicking in. Well, Harness babes.  I want to remind you that to it’s okay to feel all of the things you are feeling at this current moment. If you’re overwhelmed, anxious, grateful, stressed, lost, happy, sad (insert any emotion you may be feeling at this very second) that is OK!  So often we are taught to repress how we feel and just power through. That we, as women, are weak if we are too emotional, or feel things too strongly. That we are bragging if we boast about how happy we are. However...

SELFLESSNESS

To be selfless, in simple terms, is to put others first and have little or no concern for yourself. There are plenty of ways to be selfless- this article, in particular, focuses on service for others. Most people find that during the Holiday Season, participating in acts of selflessness is their responsibility as a part of society. It’s sometimes difficult to do this when we are all caught up in the daily hustle and bustle, even more so during the Holidays when there are 1,000s of other things on our minds. What gift am I going to get Grandma? What size shoes does my nephew wear? Why do I have to get a gift for my brother’s cat? We forget that there are people and places that rely on us during this time to lend an extra hand, that are waiting for our altruistic characteristics to shi...

THE DAY I MET THE DEVIL

I was seventeen years old, and I just wanted to have fun. Snoop Dogg called it being “young and wild and free,” and when I decided to meet up with some guys with two of my best friends, I thought I was doing just that. The beginning of the night was fine— I thought perhaps I had made three new friends with these teens who so kindly invited us over to “party.” As the night progressed, it became evident that I was holding the attention of one of the guys in particular, John, and I have to admit, I liked it. He didn’t seem like boyfriend material, but I didn’t mind the boost of confidence he was providing. My biggest mistake was leaving the kickback to be alone with him. I was getting tired, and he said he wanted to watch a movie. He only lived minutes away. I trusted him— a stranger, and bei...

TIED TO A TREE

When my grandmother was extremely pregnant with my mom, she lived in a house that was very close to a busy street. She simply could not chase my uncle, who was three, at the time, but she was terrified he would run into the traffic passing by, before she could catch him. So she did what any parent would do, she protected him with what she had, which was a rope, and an oak tree. Yep, she tied him to a tree. I’m quite sure people driving by thought she’d lost her mind, and yes, today, we would be calling the police for child abused cruelty, but she was only doing everything possible to ensure her son was not in harms way, and she did what she could to protect him from danger. I can’t tell you how many times I have felt like life has, in fact, tied me to a tree. But I know i...

THE 10TH CHRISTMAS

THE 10TH CHRISTMAS I grasp at the pieces, needing more limbs than my human body gives me. A piece here, there, drifting slowly apart in both deliberate and chaotic fashion. My family a cracked and broken thing and my home a vestige barely visible to the distracted people within its walls. A father was there, but not mentally or emotionally present. A younger sister was there nested in the couch, the television her only constant companion. An older sister was away with her husband and his family. A mother was gone, a memory, a topic carefully avoided. I was there-home from college for Christmas. Trying to keep the cracked broken thing from disintegration, attempting to conjure the vestige into a comfortable refuge, false, but enough for now. Enough to pretend that the holidays were the joyf...

CHRISTMAS DAY, 2001

CHRISTMAS DAY, 2001 We rush Christmas present opening and a breakfast of cinnamon rolls. I gather my Game Boy Advance, Mario Kart, batteries and a blanket (you drive without your coat on,
and while I want to be just like you,
I get cold far more easily). Mom goes off to work, her nurse’s schedule rarely allowing her holidays off. Interstate 79 is ours, dad. No one else in the greater Erie area dares leave their families at 7 a.m., Christmas morning. We have the road, white cheddar popcorn, and a soundtrack of laughter, classic rock (mom wouldn’t approve) and Yoshi yelping as he redshells Bowser. In four hours, we will be with your side, with my once-a-year grandma, aunt and cousin. In those four hours, I watch you transform into who you truly are, and who thirteen-year-old me a...

ESCAPE

My dear friend went through this experience, and more too. This is a tiny snippet of her life as a teenager in California. Names and places have been changed. —– ESCAPE I am seventeen years old, and I am fleeing the country, the United States of America cannot protect me anymore. It is 3 a.m. I am creeping down the wooden stairs and praying the dogs do not hear me and wake my father, who will surely deliver a near-fatal blow if I am discovered. Don’t bark. Don’t bark. Don’t creak. Don’t breathe. The sliding door to the kitchen is cracked. I left it that way on purpose, last night. Otherwise, the alarms in place to keep me here will sound. God-willing, my foresight will prevent the telling “beep beep beep” of my coming and going. Only going now. With a one-way ticket to Copenhag...

7 THINGS TO CONSIDER AS YOU SELF-EXPRESS THIS HOLIDAY SEASON

Make gifts this year! Here’s some ways to stay sane and motivated as you crash through your holiday projects this week: 1- Please don’t say “I’m not creative.” That’s like saying, “I don’t have brainwaves.” If you are awake, you can create. Draw someone’s name on a card and color it. Frame it in one of those $1 clear acrylic frames from Walgreens. They can keep it on their desk (just ideas). 2- Every human is an artist, period. If you attempt a stick figure or doodle, you are making art. Because you are creating lines in a moment in time. And those lines can only come through you and every single life experience of which you are comprised. Therefor those lines are 100% unique. Therefor you are an artist. Therefor everyone is an artist if/when they feel like it. 3- Whether you are making a ...

300+ DAYS SOBER

300+ DAYS SOBER I haven’t had a drink since New Year’s Eve. Since 2015. It’s November 27, 2016. That’s 331 days. I have some friends who say they couldn’t go that long without a drink. Some friends shrug their shoulders and admit that they could give it up. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t have a drinking problem. Due to some health issues, it’s just something that I can’t have right now. I’m not against it but I don’t miss it. Here are some thoughts on what it’s like to not drink for 331 days: You start to enjoy other beverages. Things like nitro cold brew coffee or La Croix or just plain water (with lemon). You enjoy your food a bit more. When you aren’t sharing the spotlight with a cocktail, you really taste your food differently. It’s hard(er) to be social. It’s not that I can’t handle not...

THE SHADOW IN HER WOMB

THE SHADOW IN HER WOMB the deepest darkest parts of yourself the parts of yourself that you don’t just hide from OTHERS but you hide from YOURSELF. the first hidden thought creeped into your head when you were just a girl. innocent. naive. you didn’t know what to do with it. you didn’t know how to COPE with the pain of it… so.  you put it away for safekeeping, stored it in a box. what you’ve forgotten is that you hid that box INSIDE OF YOURSELF. and so there it lives. lurking… seeping through the cracks in the box. having its say in every aspect of you life its voice its louder than you may even know but… then again. YOU KNOW. you feel it. deep in your core…. the pain your soul carries memories.  your body knows them well. the truth bubbles up from time to time but you run away...

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