Letting Go

Imagine an old time circus. The main act is the flying trapeze. There is a beautiful trapeze artist dressed in flowing fabrics and ribbons swinging back and forth high above the ground, falling would mean certain death. The empty bar swings ominously from the other side. Back and forth. Back and forth. Anticipation builds as the artist gains momentum. In order for this stunt to work, she needs to do one very important thing.

Let go.

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My Emergency Rip Cord for Depression

Depression is a bitch. I’ve been fighting the onset of a major episode for the last couple weeks. Some of it is for sure biological, some of it is seasonal (why do I always forget about the fall funk?), but some of it for sure is my own monkey mind time traveling to reinvent the past or control the future. It’s real. It’s shitty. It’s just a part of who I am.

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I Am An Asshole. So Are You.

I am a huge asshole. I react when my buttons are pushed. My ego takes over and I behave sometimes like I am entitled to things in life. I have a sharp, sharp tongue that can eviscerate someone without a second thought. I can be single-minded, selfish, grumpy, insensitive and bossy. 

In other words, a huge asshole. 

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When I Am 70, I Will Kill It

It’s 5:30am on a weekend morning. I woke up inspired to write and now I’m sitting on my favorite chair with two kitties perched on the window next to me watching the early morning rabbits eating my neighbors flowers.

The house is quiet, the sun is rising slowly. The only sounds are the percolating coffee machine and the birds. Alas, spring is here.

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