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<channel><title><![CDATA[E. Lynn McKoy - Blog]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.elynnmckoy.com/blog]]></link><description><![CDATA[Blog]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2026 09:58:04 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[My word for the year... POSSIBILITY]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.elynnmckoy.com/blog/my-word-for-the-year-possibility]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.elynnmckoy.com/blog/my-word-for-the-year-possibility#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2023 16:07:35 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.elynnmckoy.com/blog/my-word-for-the-year-possibility</guid><description><![CDATA[           Hi there!&nbsp;I stopped doing resolutions in my 30's. If I'm being honest, I never kept them and only made them because it felt like the right thing to do for the start of the new year. In the past few years, I have gravitated towards&nbsp;words for the year.&nbsp;This is something that me and my Sissy have leaned into. We discuss it in depth at the beginning of the year and even commit to bracelets bearing the name.&nbsp;This year, my word is&nbsp;possibility.&nbsp;&nbsp;As I reflec [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.elynnmckoy.com/uploads/1/4/0/6/140699586/790377822.png" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:735px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div>  <!--BLOG_SUMMARY_END--></div>  <div class="paragraph">Hi there!&nbsp;<br />I stopped doing resolutions in my 30's. If I'm being honest, I never kept them and only made them because it felt like the right thing to do for the start of the new year. In the past few years, I have gravitated towards&nbsp;<em>words for the year.&nbsp;</em>This is something that me and my Sissy have leaned into. We discuss it in depth at the beginning of the year and even commit to bracelets bearing the name.&nbsp;<br />This year, my word is&nbsp;<strong>possibility.&nbsp;</strong>&nbsp;As I reflect on my past year (2022) I could not have imagined all the things that I was able to accomplish... never thought they were possible. What things, Lynn? - Glad you asked - launched my public speaking (for real this time). Published a website...even purchased a domain, like a grown up. So, this year, 2023 is a year of possibility and I can't wait to see what happens.&nbsp;<br />Take Care!&nbsp;<br />Lynn<br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Dear E (my therapist). - Thank you.]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.elynnmckoy.com/blog/dear-e-my-therapist-thank-you]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.elynnmckoy.com/blog/dear-e-my-therapist-thank-you#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 06 Nov 2022 23:50:16 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.elynnmckoy.com/blog/dear-e-my-therapist-thank-you</guid><description><![CDATA[           A little over a year ago I started therapy. I wasn't new to therapy. I had seen one off and on for years... but this time, well this time&nbsp;hit&nbsp;differently. Since this is my first post, I won't get heavy on what sent me running back to therapy this time, let's just say your girl had more than her share of trauma and I didn't see a light at the end of the tunnel.&nbsp;&#8203;Then enters E., my therapist. I could immediately see that she was&nbsp;significantly&nbsp;younger than  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.elynnmckoy.com/uploads/1/4/0/6/140699586/649102918.png" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:1100px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div>  <!--BLOG_SUMMARY_END--></div>  <div class="paragraph">A little over a year ago I started therapy. I wasn't new to therapy. I had seen one off and on for years... but this time, well this time&nbsp;<em>hit&nbsp;</em>differently. Since this is my first post, I won't get heavy on what sent me running back to therapy this time, let's just say your girl had more than her share of trauma and I didn't see a light at the end of the tunnel.&nbsp;<br />&#8203;Then enters E., my therapist. I could immediately see that she was&nbsp;significantly&nbsp;younger than me, but during our first session realized that she was wise beyond her years. She was naturally beautiful, and she was fly (see I'm old, no one says&nbsp;fly&nbsp;anymore) :)&nbsp;During one of our first sessions, she asked me "who nurtured you growing up?"... No one had ever asked me that question and not only did I struggle to answer... but that question hit me so hard that I couldn't hold it together. I sobbed and sobbed. It forced me to reflect and say things out loud that I had never said before. I knew I found&nbsp;my therapist.&nbsp; I will go deeper into some of the tools I have gained with my visits, but I am posting this to say thank you to E. She helped me heal and helped me find my voice so that I could help others. She gave me the courage to land here. THANK YOU, E!<br />&#8203;</div>  <h2 class="blog-category-title">Categories</h2> <p class="blog-category-list"> 	<a href="http://www.elynnmckoy.com/blog/category/all" class="blog-link">All</a> 	<br /> </p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>