Posted June 26th, 2015 by Donna Harrington & filed under Consciousness & Mindfulness, SWC Blog.
When I'm angry (that is, "triggered"), I'm often tempted to gain relief from my triggered state by protecting myself in some way—usually, by setting a boundary. The problem with this is that setting a boundary tends to be a unilateral decision that's unlikely to meet the other person's needs for care, consideration, connection, and inclusion—especially…
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Posted June 21st, 2015 by Donna Harrington & filed under Consciousness & Mindfulness, SWC Blog.
I had a life-changing moment in my early 30s. I'd just moved to a new city, I was lonely, and I was looking for people to hang out with. One Sunday morning, I was sitting in my car in the parking lot of a church I'd recently started attending, an hour after the church service…
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Posted June 15th, 2015 by Donna Harrington & filed under SWC Blog.
Consider the idea that we co-create the dynamics of our relationships. This implies that when a problem is showing up in a relationship, each person in the relationship has helped create that problem and each person has a role to play in responding to the problem. I find this premise leads to an empowering way…
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Posted June 8th, 2015 by Donna Harrington & filed under SWC Blog.
I make war with what comes in contact with a person's health or happiness, believing that God made everything good..."
~Phineas Parkhurst Quimby
Grad school is a unique, generally rigorous, and ideally outstanding life experience which will push you to your intellectual, emotional, and physical limits. At the end of year one…
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Posted June 5th, 2015 by Donna Harrington & filed under Consciousness & Mindfulness, SWC Blog.
Why do I rush? Often, it's because I'm trying to finish up something tedious I've been doing (so I can get to do something I actually want to be doing!) I want to get through the boring stuff so I can move on to the good stuff. The problem is, the good stuff never really…
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