I sobbed like a baby tonight. I cried gut wrenching sobs that I stifled in my pillow so no one would hear me. Pent up frustration, exhaustion, shame, pain, sadness, and grief came pouring out of me all at once, as it does every so often when it just gets to be too much for…
Tag: stress
Just Show Up – Kaela
I am an admitted personality-type junkie. Guilty as charged. This summer Jason took the psuedo-Myers Briggs assessment and as a result for a month we geeked out on personality types, sharing Pinterest posts and reading type descriptions. We made all the rest of the #dirttherapycrew take the assessment. I had a great deal of joy…
Golf. Day 3. – Misty
Yes, you read that right. I skipped day 2 and went straight to number 3. Day 2 consisted of the golf tournament (the only day I actually played) and I had my hands full trying to swing that club, rather than record media. So no, I have no pictures from that day. Just know that…
Golf. Day 1. – Misty
Ahh, golf. My least favorite of Dirt Therapies. Jake loves it. I tolerate it. No sport can make me angrier, more frustrated, or expel the dirtiest of words from my vocabulary than the game of golf. I can say that I do love getting out there in a park-like setting, watching my husband do what…
Something to Give – Misty
Obviously, I’ve had a little time now to really submerge myself into this whole Dirt Therapy world, spend countless hours purposefully and intentionally paying close attention to my personal outdoor experiences, and get a feel for the psychological and physical benefits. And let me tell you – there’s something to it. Don’t get me wrong…
Dirty Girls: The Hottest Mess On The West Coast, Pt. 1 – Morgan
Our decision to take this trip wasn’t ever one that we took very seriously. At some point at the beginning of July, we had a casual conversation about how we both wanted to see the redwoods in a Starbucks, and it went from there. Casually picking dates. Casually looking at attractions. Casually booking campsites and…
Will Power or… Stupidity – Misty
I had just come out of a week-long flare up, missed 2 1/2 days of work, and spent all my time alternating between the couch and the bed. By Friday afternoon, I started to comeback to a baseline (which isn’t all that great to begin with) and didn’t think I could stand one more day…
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