Michele HeffronAnd on a good day, I believe him. But then there are those other days. Like recently, when I found myself ruminating over something an old friend had apparently said about me—something sharp, unkind, and hard to un-hear.
Michele Heffron“I would do anything for you.” “Would you be yourself?” – Mark Nepo. I’ve said versions of this before—maybe you have too. I’ll make it work. I’ll compromise. I’ll be what you need me to be. All in the name of love, partnership, belonging.
Michele HeffronBecause here we are—deep into July—and across the street from my apartment, a tiny Christmas tree still twinkles in the window. Lights aglow. Proud. Unapologetically out of season. And honestly? It makes me smile.
Michele HeffronOver the summer solstice weekend, I joined two of my long-time girlfriends for a getaway on little Anderson Island in south Puget Sound.
Michele HeffronThe summer after graduating from college in 1983, I moved into a mid-century house in Seattle’s hip Green Lake neighborhood with a couple of long-time girlfriends. Life was full of bliss and delicious irresponsibility.
Michele HeffronOur minds work very hard to make something out of nothing. Sometimes, we build entire stories out of a glance, a silence, a misplaced word. We convince ourselves we’re being abandoned or adored, rejected or redeemed—when really, it’s our fear (or hope) doing the heavy lifting. The truth often hides under the story we’ve told ourselves.
To return to love.
And to live the life you’ve quietly dreamed of, with courage and grace.