Any fool can create conflict. It takes an emotional genius to broker peace.” – Donald Miller

This tweet showed up on my phone and to be honest, it was not easy to read.

It’s easy to create conflict, to make carefully calculated remarks aimed to inflict the most pain.

It’s easy to dig your heels in and say “NO!” to any act of kindness or love.

It’s easy to not answer your phone and withhold conversation.

It’s easy to blame, complain, and justify.

It’s easy to build a wall and be alone.

Just because it’s easy, just because I can, doesn’t mean I should.


Next week I will dive into what I think it means to be an “emotional genius”.


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I couldn’t control my parents’ marriage, but I can control myself and the role I play in mine. In order for me to be my best self, I must run.

I started running 27 days ago.

I started running because my husband wants us to run a 5K in November…I hate running.

But I love my husband more, so I downloaded an app to help. The Couch to 5K is a great app because you conquer your goal in small, achievable steps. But, you have to stay consistent. It only requires you to run 3 days a week and for only 30 minutes.

Each day is easier than the last…much like the healing process.

I run early in the morning, though I am not a morning person.
This is my time. I get to see the sunrise and feel better about myself.

I run because I like who I am when I run. 

Running (really most physical activities, but I am highlighting running) makes you stronger, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. You set goals, then you meet those goal, and BOOM! a sense of accomplishment and achievement. You feel like a conqueror, even if it’s just making it to the next mailbox. Running helps me clear my head too. I organize my thoughts in my journal, and then I figure out my plan while I run.

Once you have gone through your cry, replaced hateful thoughts with loving ones, then, you might be ready to hit the road. Everyone has their own process, I had to get to a healthy place emotionally and mentally before my physical body followed.


This is my first year to celebrate Father’s Day as a member of a broken family, not the easiest or most celebratory thing to ponder on, but why?
My Dad is still my Dad. He’s still alive, he still loves me, and we have a great relationship, so why is this Father’s Day uncomfortable?

I had to change.

Change accompanies just about everything. Travel, you have to adapt to your surroundings. Job, you have to get to know the ropes. Relationships, you have to train your brain to be mindful of the other person. Divorce, you have to change your way of thinking, and how you classify things.

Classifying? What on earth does that mean? Yep, classifying. For 27.5 years the word Father was synonymous with “husband to my mother”, “Mom&Dad” (said as one word), and “my parents.” “Father” was defined as the other half of the two people who greeted me when I visited, was in attendance at family holidays, and was sitting with my  mother during a Facetime session.

I can’t classify him like that anymore. No longer can I say, ” Hey, Mom&Dad!” and this saddens me.

Change has to happen for healing to happen. I can cling to my nomenclature and become bitter, or I can adapt.

I choose to adapt because life is to short to grow old and bitter.

“Father” means something different to me now, I am not sure what that is yet, but I’ll let you know when I figure it out.

Perspective Part 2: focus

“You can get everything in life you want if you will just help enough other people get what they want”. – Zig Ziglar

So how do you get perspective? Focus on someone else.

They say the best way to study/learn is to teach someone what you are learning.

Find someone who is going or has gone through the same thing and compare notes.

Don’t just focus on survival, but rescue other survivors along the way.

Today, focus on being there for others.




The following are definitions of the word “Perspective”:

- Frame of mind/frame of reference
-True understanding of the relative importance of things
– to look closely

Yes you are hurting,
yes you are bitter,
yes this might be the center of your world, or at least it crumbled the center of your world.

No matter how you spin it, there is much hurt. After you have mourned, I challenge you to really look at the situation.

Your perspective might change when you count your blessings.

I don’t know your situation, but the sooner you realize this is not your battle, the sooner you can move on. You are only responsible for you and how you respond to this hurt.

The beautiful part is your parents are still alive and they still love you.


So your parents just divorced. You’re hurt, angry, sad, and even afraid. But afraid of what?

I feared this new classification for family. We were now “One of THOSE families.” This paradigm is scary. Families, extended families, family friends and others with an opinion, immediately take sides and it becomes a war zone. Blame, shame and hate are hurled into the opposing camps “He said” and “She did.”

The ones that are injured and hurt are the innocent bystanders. The kids.

I feared that my aunts, grandparents, and cousins, on both sides, would drop all communication and my sister and I would be alone. I feared, not just division, but the obliteration that comes with destruction… an unrepairable division.

This was a silly fear, though it took awhile for me to realize the folly in my thinking. I am an aunt and I would never abandon my niece. My uncles, and aunts didn’t abandon us either.

Aunts, uncles, or family members of ones who are going through this, PLEASE reach out to them. Let them know that no matter what, you are still their family and that you love them. They NEED to hear those words, they need to know that you aren’t going to abandon them. You are a major part of the healing process.

Call your nephew and/or niece and tell them that you love them.