Wow! It has been 498 days since my last post, and to say things have changed feels like a bit of an understatement. Let’s see. 498 days ago I was in my second year of graduate school, considering rekindling things with an old flame, and living and working in a place I love and surrounded by those who love me. Life was stressful and hectic for sure, but nothing compares to the hurdles we are currently facing. A quick catch up from me goes like this: I graduated, traveled to Europe, moved to Boston, and now work as a mental health clinician at a children’s hospital. The transition has been both rewarding and challenging, but I’ll share more about that at another time because there are more pressing matters at hand. We are currently living in the midst of overwhelming chaos and uncertainty. The pandemic and all that is unknown has resulted in mass hysteria and a sense of heaviness and hopelessness that, on some days, feels unbearable. Day in and day out, I try to remind myself of the good, the light, the bright, the joy, the laughter, the peace, the fun, the hope, and the love. I will admit, that sometimes it’s easier and sometimes it’s nearly impossible. And if I’m feeling the push and pull, confusion, hopelessness, and overall drain of each moment of the day, I can only imagine what you are feeling. That’s why I think that now is as good of a time as any for Kermit Says… to return. It’s been too long and there are far too many things going on in the world, in your own backyard, and within you that deserve support, encouragement, healing, and so much love. I hope you’ll join me again. Continue reading
Last week was a pretty awful week. Zooming in on me, I had a really difficult few days at work, struggled with homework and quizzes, was unable to balance my personal and professional life (but what’s new?), and found myself feeling run down and sick. I tried so hard to jump over hurdle after hurdle, and I barely cleared them. By the end of the week, I was curled up into a ball, hibernating at home, and watching my already overwhelming pile of responsibilities grow. Now, zooming out on what’s been going on nationally and globally, I think it’s safe to say that “awful” isn’t the right word to describe our current affairs. Awful feels like a terrible understatement, and that’s because there are no words that can fully capture recent horrific events. The mail bombs. The Kroger store killing. The synagogue shooting. Three hate crimes in the span of a few hours. If we were comparing my own challenges to those, there’s no contest. Now, that’s not to diminish my own experience for every feeling of frustration, disappointment, anger, and sadness felt so real to me in those moments, just like I’m sure that whatever you experienced this week felt just as real and difficult. This was an awful week for everyone, some more so than others. Most made it to the finish line, some by the skin of their teeth, and some sadly didn’t make it at all.
What’s the first thing you do when you wake up? I know I can’t be the only one who reaches for my phone and checks social media, right? In fact, I even find myself scrolling through everyone’s pictures and status updates multiple times a day. “How can they afford that?” “Wow, they’re living their best life” “I wish I could do what they were doing.” When all these thoughts start pouring in, I start feeling self-conscious, questioning myself, and comparing my life to others’. How many of you do the same thing and how does doing so make you feel in the end? Probably not great, huh? The truth is, comparison really is the thief of joy! We lose sight of our own accomplishments because we’re so fixated on someone else’s. We’re comparing our Chapter 1 to their Chapter 15, and that’s a dangerous game to play. Whether it’s #TransformationTuesday and we’re seeing before and after photos or watching our friends’ travel adventures, we feel like our lives are lacking, like we’re behind, and it causes us to rate our happiness and our choices against the value of others’. But the reality is we’re only getting a glimpse into a life that’s been intentionally curated, filtered, and manufactured by its creator for the ‘Gram. We aren’t seeing the grit, effort, time, and energy that was required for them to level up, and that can cause serious distress. It’s also not just limited to social media…
I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about Kermit Says… The inception, the journey, the hurdles, and the incredible victories. Kermit Says… started nearly five years ago. The idea came after speaking to a group of then-eighth-grade students at my former elementary school, and it only grew with the help of my high school students, many of whom still follow Kermit Says… today. This blog has gone through several iterations: Dear Kermit, where teens wrote privately seeking advice; Spotlight Sunday, where I highlighted someone worth knowing; and even a short-lived stint on YouTube. No matter what new addition I tried, I always returned to the most meaningful and important focal point: you. Kermit Says… was created for teens, and my hope is that as Kermit Says… continues to grow and I launch new dimensions, you will always feel central and your thoughts and concerns will always be priority number one. In order to make that a reality, I’d like to hear from you. I have ideas of blog topics and directions I’d like to take, but this blog isn’t for me nor is it about me…it’s always been for and about you. So, what user-generated content would you like to see? What topics would you like for me to explore? Comment below or send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org!
This weekend was filled with triggering news that I’m sure brought up anxiety and all sorts of emotions. And as I shared on the Kermit Says… Facebook and Instagram pages, there is no right or wrong way to react. We are all fully-formed humans with valid feelings and experiences that have shaped our very being. With every news report and social media post that sparked an array of feelings, I hope you took time to both acknowledge them and feel them deeply and to care for yourself in whatever way was most effective and beneficial for you to mend and heal. Now, are you ready to press on and power up because there is work to do? You, my friend, have a voice that is valuable and worthy. We need you. You need you. It’s time to change the game. Continue reading
Happy Monday, friends! I can’t believe how long it’s been since my last post! I guess you can say I had a difficult time finding that school-work-life-blog balance, but I’m getting there! I’ve missed sharing my thoughts and chatting with you, and figured that with the first day of a new month, now is as good of a time as any to reignite that old Kermit Says… flame. As the school year resumes, I’m going to start off with one post a week and slowly increase back to five posts eventually. Feel free to let me know if there are topics you’d like for me to discuss! Without further adieu, let’s get motivated!
A little over a year ago, I embarked on a new journey toward my second graduate degree, this time to become a child and adolescent therapist. I’d spent quite a few years hemming and hawing over what I should do, but it wasn’t until I was encouraged by my students and supported by my colleagues that I mustered enough courage to apply. When I received my acceptance letter, I took a huge gamble on myself. I had a wonderful job doing what I loved. I had enough free time to commit to and grow Kermit Says… I had a life that I enjoyed, one that was stable and comfortable. The truth is, though, that it wasn’t much of a life at all. I was living as if I were on a conveyor belt, just a robot doing the same thing day in and day out. It was predictable, and there was and is great comfort and safety in predictability, but growth and wonderful things don’t happen inside of our comfort zones. Instead, they happen outside of them. When we lean into that discomfort, when we gamble and take risks, we’re often reminded of our own strength and power. That no matter the challenge or difficulty, we can do hard things. And we may experience a rollercoaster of emotions, feel some self-doubt, discouragement, and regret, and might even bruise while doing these hard things, but we won’t break, even if it feels like we might. Continue reading
One of my intentions for the new year was to develop a stronger relationship with God. I thought that, in addition to attending church more regularly, I’d devote at least five minutes each day to reading my devotional. Using my YouVersion app, I decided to start a plan called “Love Greatly: Broken and Redeemed” not because I’m ‘broken’ or anything at the moment, but sometimes you need a reminder for when the time does come–and it will, eventually. As I started reading the first and second devotional, I realized it focused on Naomi and Ruth. If you’re not familiar with their story, that’s okay. If you’re not Christian, that’s okay too because at some point or another Naomi is all of us. A woman who was happily married with two sons of her own, Naomi lost everything in, what feels like, the blink of an eye. First, her husband died and ten years later, she lost both of her sons. Left with only her daughters-in-law, Naomi was angry. Her spirit was broken as she felt helpless and forgotten. She fought with her daughters-in-law and tried to convince them to leave her be. In the end, Ruth stays with her, but so hurt and destroyed, Naomi focuses on the weight of her sorrows and misses the bigger picture. She felt so alone and heartbroken, she ignores one simple truth: she’s not alone because when her husband and children died and her daughter-in-law left, Ruth stayed. Naomi is so blinded by her pain, she forgets to look around. How often are we so engulfed in our own misfortune and sadness that we, too, forget to look around?