anxiety
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the burger of my redemption…
As soon as we got in his car, he turned our seat warmers on.Mine and then his.“I know how much I love it so I figured you may want it on too. Please feel free to turn it off if not.”“No, it is perfect. Thank you.”There were so many emotionally defining moments in this evening,… Continue reading
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the runaway bride…
Someone once told me he preferred my hair long.To cut it would be like chopping off the trunk of a vehicle (his exact words).“Why ruin what is perfectly fine as is?” he said to me while sitting in his car in my driveway.A few days after that conversation I cut my hair.Nothing drastic.Just enough to… Continue reading
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life advice at red rocks…
I was sitting at the top of the Red Rocks Amphitheater – having just walked up and down it (by way of the bleachers) three times.It was my display of redemption for the Jenna who at one point was living in a body that could no longer even walk up one stair of her home.So… Continue reading
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difficult but not impossible…
“Oh, my Jenna, what did you do?” He sat there skimming through my records sent over by the other hospital. Those numbers and stats in which I took pride breaking his heart. I never could have imagined the ripple effect my quest would have – the cost not only that I would pay but others… Continue reading
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no going back to normal…
“In about a quarter of a mile, I am going to turn the corner. When I do, all I ask is you just take it all in. It is going to make you come alive.”We were on a scenic drive past Park City. He was giving me a tour of his favorite spots, teaching me… Continue reading
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my best yes…
“What can I get you two to eat?” the waiter asked as he approached us at the counter.“My treat. Get anything you like,” my friend said.I looked up from the menu at the waiter, “what do you recommend?”He listed off a few items; raved about one of the salad options and the pizza and the… Continue reading
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a priceless two cents…
“So, are you artsy at all?”The question was bound to be asked given we just spent the last hour viewing and analyzing hundreds of paintings and sculptures.“Well, I can draw an art gallery worthy stick figure,” I joke. “But words are more my outlet for creativity.”“I recall you mentioning being a writer at the wedding.… Continue reading
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the release of butterflies…
“I like this one,” I said standing in front of a print with five horses galloping in the sand.We were walking through our fifth gallery. I asked him to lead every aspect of the day, with him being the local and me the tourist. Lately he had become interested in art so we spent the… Continue reading
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receiving the phone number…
We were in Park City walking into the restaurant he chose for lunch.The same one he used to frequent with his students back when he was a ski instructor.I was told the story as we approached the building of how eager the kids would get at the end of the lesson to race back down… Continue reading
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the wedding that never was…
I had different plans for my 8/28 in 2021 than the one that played out.I had put it on my calendar a few years ago.I held onto the vision – even when everything in life pointed in the opposite direction.Even when it seemed like an impossibility. Even with the odds stacked against it.Against us….–A glimmer… Continue reading
About Me
I am a woman on a mission to turn her pain into purpose using her passion for writing. This blog is the journey of my becoming, excerpts from the pages of my book of life – the good and bad and everything in between – written with the intent to heal, to guide, to inspire…
I write to document the tale of a heroine slaying every dragon that comes her way for she knows she is the only one who can save herself.
I write to tell the story of a woman brought back to life; a chronicle of rebirth to show the power of hope and redemption.
I write to give meaning to every yes spoken – whether in shouts or whispers, in fear or bravery.
I write to share with the world the story of what happens when one believes in the beauty of a better tomorrow. What happens when one refuses to settle for anything less than butterflies. What happens when a mere spark you defiantly declined to let go out ignites into an inferno.
I write to open the eyes of all those who feel like the victim in their own story to see that they are not helpless or damaged or weak. They are in control. They have everything within to become the victor.
I write to speak life into the grieving to allow words laced in truth and love to mend the wounds inhibiting the heart from moving forward.
I write for the invisible to feel seen. I write to lead us all on the journey to the happily ever after….it is waiting to be lived by each of us <3
Clandestine Confessions 