I Am. We Are.

Next time someone asks, "How are you?" try out this wonderful answer I saw recently in a cartoon on Instagram: "I am."

Community, Covid-19, Real Life, ObservationsJena SchwartzDecember 10, 2021Covid, Covid-19, connection, depression, Winter, writing groups, honesty, privilege, the american dream, SolsticeComment

Honey from a Spoon {You Are Always Whole}

Real Life, PoetryJena SchwartzDecember 1, 2021real life, depression, parenting, transparency Comments

Cozy Cottage in the Woods

Covid-19, Observations, Real LifeJena SchwartzOctober 21, 2021Covid, Covid-19, real estate, real life, depression, quarantineComment

A Little More Ease, Please

Oh, how we make things so much harder for ourselves sometimes.

Real Life, Observations, CoachingJena SchwartzSeptember 19, 2021Ease, Mindfulness, practice, anxiety, depression, antidepressant, Running, loss, grief, Mental HealthComment

Also This {a poem}

Some days you just want to cry for no reason
except no reason is actually so many reasons

PoetryJena SchwartzApril 26, 2021spring, running, depression, poem, poetry, marriage, loveComment

Success: Looking Behind the Curtain

The more we look behind the curtain, the healthier we can be in our expectations of ourselves and the more compassionate we can be with each other.

Returning

Inhale. Exhale. Thought thought thought thought thought. Leaves fluttering. Eyes heavy. Inhale. Exhale. Car warm. Drowsy. Thought thought thought thought. Inhale. Exhale. Temptation to check timer. Inhale. Exhale. And then, finally, the chime. Aaaaaaaah. I did it.

Perimenopause and Passover: Letting Go of What's Extra

Isn't it funny how the thing we were so scared of can become our new normal, and then at some point, we will once again feel the winds changing and have to calmly reach for some kind of inner compass?

Real LifeJena SchwartzApril 18, 2019perimenopause, aging, depression, intuition, self-employment, self-care, marriage, dreams, trust, anxiety, PassoverComment

Bigger, Better, Different

So I wrote and kept writing. I worked and loved and read books to myself and read books to my kids. I wrote about them, I wrote about showing up. I wrote about depression and the layers and the falling apart.

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