Author: Joanna Zaremba
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Letting go of control | Intentional Living
Facebook Twitter WhatsApp SMS Email Print Copy article link Save Facebook Twitter WhatsApp SMS Email Print Copy article link Save Until this afternoon, I had planned to write this column about a quote I read in one of Julia Quinn’s Bridgerton books. But, life intervened in the form of a disagreement with my son. I…
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Our scars | Intentional Living
Facebook Twitter WhatsApp SMS Email Print Copy article link Save Facebook Twitter WhatsApp SMS Email Print Copy article link Save A few weeks ago, my classmates and I read a poem about scars during a Humanities course that’s part of our physical therapy program. Then, we all spent a few minutes collectively writing about our…
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Letting go of control | Intentional Living
Until this afternoon, I had planned to write this column about a quote I read in one of Julia Quinn’s Bridgerton books. But, life intervened in the form of a disagreement with my son. I expressed my strong opinions about an aspect of my son’s social life. My son expressed his own strong opinion. Neither…
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Our scars | Intentional Living
A few weeks ago, my classmates and I read a poem about scars during a Humanities course that’s part of our physical therapy program. Then, we all spent a few minutes collectively writing about our scars over Zoom. Some people’s scars were physical. Some were emotional. Some had positive associations. Some were negative. Some were…
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Letting go of control | Intentional Living
Facebook Twitter WhatsApp SMS Email Print Copy article link Save Facebook Twitter WhatsApp SMS Email Print Copy article link Save Until this afternoon, I had planned to write this column about a quote I read in one of Julia Quinn’s Bridgerton books. But, life intervened in the form of a disagreement with my son. I…
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Letting go of control | Intentional Living
Until this afternoon, I had planned to write this column about a quote I read in one of Julia Quinn’s Bridgerton books. But, life intervened in the form of a disagreement with my son. I expressed my strong opinions about an aspect of my son’s social life. My son expressed his own strong opinion. Neither…
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Our scars | Intentional Living
Facebook Twitter WhatsApp SMS Email Print Copy article link Save Facebook Twitter WhatsApp SMS Email Print Copy article link Save A few weeks ago, my classmates and I read a poem about scars during a Humanities course that’s part of our physical therapy program. Then, we all spent a few minutes collectively writing about our…
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Our scars | Intentional Living
A few weeks ago, my classmates and I read a poem about scars during a Humanities course that’s part of our physical therapy program. Then, we all spent a few minutes collectively writing about our scars over Zoom. Some people’s scars were physical. Some were emotional. Some had positive associations. Some were negative. Some were…
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Nothing to prove | Intentional Living
Facebook Twitter WhatsApp SMS Email Print Copy article link Save Facebook Twitter WhatsApp SMS Email Print Copy article link Save I used to believe I had something to prove. I needed to prove I was smart. I needed to prove I was likable. I needed to prove I was funny. I needed to prove that…
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Nothing to prove | Intentional Living
I used to believe I had something to prove. I needed to prove I was smart. I needed to prove I was likable. I needed to prove I was funny. I needed to prove that I knew things. Essentially, I needed to prove I was enough. But in this game of seeking outside approval, the…