by Shannon Turner | May 15, 2023 | authenticity, grief, self-image, trauma, vulnerability
The symptoms of suppressed rage and grief are still there, whether we acknowledge them or not. I’ve come to appreciate this as an inexorable truth. As I rankle with my own experience of whiteness, I’ve been paying particular attention to my internalized scripts around conflict. Picture a child holding her fingers in her ears, going, “Lalalalalala, I can’t hear you.” That’s pretty much how I’ve dealt with conflict…
by Shannon Turner | Apr 6, 2023 | authenticity, Blog, change, personal is political, self-image
Having recently participated in a webinar about ChatGPT for nonprofits, I plugged in the parameters for a blog post on this topic. In less than 60 seconds, it spit out a fully articulated (if bland) exploration of the topic, including a laundry list of things to do to encourage or invite balance into our lives. If you don’t like it, you can hit refresh and it will do it again!!
by Shannon Turner | Mar 28, 2023 | #ShannonGoesToIreland, Blog, self-consciousness, self-image, self-worth, vulnerability, walks with grief
If you’ve not been through this phase, particularly as a female-identified human or person with a uterus, I gotta tell you: rough. It’s been the greatest opportunity for me to dig deep and try to tell a new story try to learn how to give myself love, grace, and time for healing. One thing that’s 1000% helped is getting my groove on.
by Shannon Turner | Jul 13, 2022 | Blog, manifesting stories, personal narrative, self-image, transformative storytelling
There are some stories, and Shannon the Underdog Atlanta Online Dating Girl was one of them, that become a stuck/repeating tape loop. When I first moved to Atlanta in 2008, I threw myself headlong into the newly ubiquitous (read: now-not-so-skeevy) online dating...
by Shannon Turner | Mar 17, 2022 | authenticity, disordered eating, food, grief, self-image, self-worth, vulnerability, walks with grief
The first time it happened, it was really unplanned. I was twelve. My best friend had thrown me over for cooler girls. There I sat at home on a Friday night, not at a slumber party with the rest of them. So, I invited Loneliness over to hang out. Always so obliging, so eager, that Loneliness. Unlike me, she never begrudged being the substitute friend when there was no one better or more interesting to fill the social calendar.
by Shannon Turner | Mar 2, 2021 | authenticity, Blog, college, nostalgia, personal narrative, self-image
Somewhere in the middle of that discussion, I was hyperlinked back in time to this moment in my early twenties when I had yet another temp job, sitting in the lobby of an insurance company. I was subbing in for the receptionist who was on vacation. On the final day, I listened to the staff upstairs as they enjoyed their holiday party while I sat and looked out the window, watching ice pile up on my car…