Category: In the Margins Monday

Leaving social media? I am about to do the experiment.

August 3, 2026

In the Margins Monday

Can someone survive without being on social media?

Why I am Cutting the Cord on Social Media

I am about to do the experiment. Cut the cord. Delete the accounts.

Maybe even go back to snail mail.

I have noticed some interesting trends on the platforms over this last year specifically, as I tried to create some of my most meaningful works. The main observation… crickets on all my social medias.

I am not moving needles, making gains. In short, I am not actually socializing on here. I could contemplate the “why” behind it, but it is not the point. (Unfiltered would be my guess.) (My self imposed alienation, my second guess.) (My inability to keep my mouth shut, my third.) The point is …consolidating my energy and my focus. Maintaining a calm nervous system is my only priority. And the medias jack it up.

The Impact of Algorithms on Mental Health

I never ever wanted to be on social media. I did so bc it was the way the comedy world was going and I managed to hold out until 2009. I hated every minute except that it brought me Mike. So if that was the goal, check and check. And check please!

I have crossed major things off my bucket list this last year and assumed I needed the medias. That said, me and the medias…were never really friends. I stuck with it from necessity.

Now I have to say, my spidey senses are waaaaaaay up with the pace of AI. And as I have been known to be the one to yell- the British are coming- long before it is seen as sane, I think it is a great idea to not be all over the place and easily accessible.

Counterintuitive to business? Maybe? Maybe crazy like a fox? I will still grow online with my youtube channel, blog and website. But social media platforms are merely amounting to be a distraction. I have noticed no benefit, in fact, only disturbing the calm, as the algorithm is designed to be.

So this time rather than take the safety net of deactivation -“what if I lose a memory, a photo, a contact… the fear…so just deactivate don’t delete!!!” Nah. No. No. I think I have everything I have needed to gain from this social experience. And the courage to delete vs deactivate is huge. I think I am ready now.

Moving Beyond the Online Popularity Contest

I can release the past and start a new future without a numbers game and popularity contest that it had become in this shallow pursuit of comedy. The surface dwellers are just not where I want to keep my spirit. And surface seems to be the MO on social media. Curated profiles to gin up the FOMO. Not healthy. Not even real.

I am not sad just clear. I forced myself to be here. I hated it. I am a sensitive soul and quite unfiltered. I am done contributing to the Zuckerberg’s of the world and their manipulations.

How to Stay Connected in Real Life

Instead, I will be focused on my youtube- A Talk with Teri G. and blog with same name. (Website under my name.) If you want to keep in touch, subscribe to my channel, email me or call me and we can meet up in real life.

I will leave this here for a minute so any of the friendlies who read my stuff will know I didn’t unfriend or block them. I think this will be best.

Until we meet again.

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We “NEED” AI, like we need sugar.

July 31, 2026

In the Margins Monday

The Risks. The Rewards. Why AI Can’t Mimic the Comedic Soul.

I found out there are actually people who have called themselves “comics” but used AI to write their material. Huh? All I can say about that is, you will become a ghost to the machine. There will come a time where you will run out of the creative spark of genius you’re currently sourcing from the machine.

Your “person” will not share stages at levels where the real sparks of genuine creative spirit lives. A spirit birthed from a deep well of lived experience, accompanied with it’s compulsion to get it out of you, unfiltered but finessed, into a bit sized palatable form of bittersweet irony, always resting just under our noses THIS ENTIRE TIME!!!

The Transmutation of Pain into Laughter

And only a particularly skewed individual… one with a perspective, bore out of their unique path. Carved, distinct with sorrows ready to be transmuted into the light of laughter. Not even for the audience…if only comedians were that selfless. No, as a solace to the pain. So the creative soul could take on the charge of another day of the uphill, unkind, desperation of never landing the big payoff and accepting $50 for your set until you do. All while knowing…you probably never will.

You will never find the level of knee slapping comedy that comes from a human heart healing… or bitching about the pain. You will never come out with an all time greatest line ever said by the best comedian on the planet. You will not go down in history as a legend. You may temporarily impress some friends and get on some bro shows for a time period…but the machine can’t make art from the heart.

WARNING: This is not an anti AI rant.

Ok, I have found uses for AI, like in searches. Holy cow…the Google machine on crack. I have even paid a site $20 to create a handful of 5-10 second clips of the BEST cartoon versions of me. I mean, I down right love them.

BUT that was AFTER I went on Fiiver to find a real human that charged within my nickel and dime budget designed to create my one woman show – Outside the Box.

I love the entire clip and call it my own work. The components of the clip that are cartoon are the only AI part. I edited the entire clip together like puzzle pieces. Sound effects, music, all the other Canva promo stuff smashed up in one. AI couldn’t create that. I did, with some parts I bought from AI.

Is Artificial Intelligence the New Sugar?

Reminder…This is not an anti AI rant.

However, to say we “need” AI is a bit overstated.

No one needs AI just as no one needs sugar in the diet, yet sugar exists. And yes, one could argue sugar makes everything just a bit sweeter. Yet, consumed in large quantities, like most things, proven to be horrible for your health and well being.

I happen to believe – based on my personal experimentations- sugar is directly linked to your emotional swings. Once I cut down on sugar, I found when I would occasionally eat some ridiculously decadent sweet, say, around a holiday, and especially over the course of multiple days, I would spin out in a depression.

In fact, when I would diverge from the regular amount of coconut sugar stirred into my daily my coffee…nay…espresso…SSSs. Plural. Many. Many. Too many. I would notice an out of nowhere depressed state creeping into my body. Not the reliable depression I knew that accompanied the pursuit of comedy, an extra layer of tumult would arrive.

(PS) Coconut sugar is low glycemic, meaning it won’t spike your blood sugar…hello!!! And it is a delicious one for one alternative for cane or brown sugar!!!)

The Emotional Cost of the “Quick Sweetener”

I tested this annually and have now maintain fairly rigid amounts of sugar in my body system. And as much as the cookie may seem to taste good, it has not become worth the emotional cost. Sugar is not good for the body in any other way, other than taste. Besides that, the body has exactly zero need for sugar.

Carbohydrates…yes. That type of sugar the body uses with precision. The added sugars in our foods? 100% unnecessary.

So my point is…we don’t “need” AI. It has its positives. It can sweeten a situation perhaps in terms of time. That is unarguably beneficial, if you’re gaining time versus expending all of yours.

But we have survived without it, as with most of the luxuries and decadence we enjoy. An occasional desert, have at it…enjoyed with full awareness of the cost. And therein lies my concern…the capabilities which were designed to outperform a human brain.

It will.

It does currently. That is why they tout it. Replace a worker. Gain a salary. The boss, in particular, raves about AI. Yes, sitting high on a hog, for now.

I am witnessing, real time, the machine beginning to learn how to BECOME “the gamer” that birthed it in the first place. And there’s the rub my friend…along with the underlying issue.

Let’s be honest, isn’t that really always the issue? Men can’t give birth. AI is the closest thing to that type of creation, yet it is an imposter regardless. And just as they invented every religious dogma, they will again settle for the imposter.

The fuel behind the propaganda-esque messaging about “those who would say AI is a bad thing…” is out of alignment with the whole system. Also tracks with man. Still. A huge problem.

So…A little bit of sugar won’t take down the human body…but to create a sense of NEED? Well, that is false. Nobody NEEDS sugar.

Sorry to burst your AI bubble.

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Trusting Your Strength: Lessons from a Tiny Ant with an Oversized Mission

July 20, 2026

In the Margins Monday

The Audacity.

Ants , am I right? What the actual. It’s appearance defies the odds. Even this very tiny one, can carry between 10 to 50 times its body weight.

How can something so practically invisible… insignificant…in the day to day hustle… have taken on that mission? Of that size? And for what? I honestly never would have paid it any mind except for… what is that? How is that …what is that a wing? My amazement at the audacity. A wing three or four million times its size. I don’t do math.

And yet…and yet. Though the strategy may seem questionable, the spirit is undeniable.

This ant saw the size of the mission and thought, yeah, I got this. Solo. Without question, picked it up, steadied itself and started out. Even the other ants in the video were screaming at the ant…yer nutz buddy! Who do you think you are?! Yer never gonna make it!

Why “Chicks” are Exclusively Superhuman…

Here’s a fun fact…female ants differ massively in strength, with male ants. Yeah. turns out chicks are way stronger. The great google machine said the “superhuman strength” of ants you see demonstrated here, are applied exclusively to females. Male ants are completely “unequipped for heavy lifting.” I didn’t say it. But I repeated it with a measure of glee for sure.

Leave that right there.

Where was I? Oh… the strategy may seem questionable, the spirit is strong.

Taking Risks and Building Unbreakable Self-Trust

There are moves you make and burdens you carry on paths of uncertainty. Yet, someone in that tribe needs that dang wing, so you do the damn thing. You look nuts. But something in your gut is drawing you to that oversized wing that probably no one is gonna like or want or know what to do with… but here it is.

You take risks for reasons unknown sometimes. You walk the line. Live on the edge, maybe to know you’re alive. And sure, maybe you’ll fall but you will have given it your all. Not screaming with fear from an edge you’ve never found enough courage to venture over. You have entered an unknown. A darkness and now have light. A new understanding of your limits. Your strengths.

It’s cliche to say the journey is the final destination. So I will say this: you’ve set out on your path and encounter something you think you can’t possibly take on. Something that seems crazy, maybe only makes sense to you. You are going to look like you have lost your mind if you carry this oversized wing from a dead insect back to the tribe. But this time you take the risk. Maybe someone wants the wing? Who knows? So you test your will, building up that primal strength to survive, to go beyond the bounds you have tested yourself in previously. You teeter in the sound of the whispers and faces full of laughs, but you don’t fail. You keep the mission. A mission to yourself. I am bringing this wing home to Marsha.

Is it about the wing? No. It’s about the essential trust in yourself, an unbreakable sense…that no matter the terrain on the path, You’ve got it.

That’s new. That level of trust in self. It’s the fact that you were moved to a mission and you did it. And found out that you could do it again. You indeed do have it in you. Have what it takes to carry an oversized mission to completion.

Who said you couldn’t?

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Reconnecting Beyond Politics: How a Health Food Store Broke the Divide

July 19, 2026

In the Margins Monday

An Unexpected Reunion at a Local Health Food Store

I had the fortune to reconnect with someone from my area because he had opened a health food store in the middle of diabetes central. How this area has needed an alternative. How I wished for the money to open one myself. But that was not in the stars. Instead, I waited and one finally opened.

Falling Into the “Us vs. Them” Political Trap

Not the point. The point is, that it was someone I had lost touch with through the political landscape as we landed on opposing sides. How can that be? Here we stand wanting exactly the same thing…healthy options for our neighbors. A sense of a better life. A sense that you can make a difference. in your own life and the lives of others.

I forgot about the person behind his politics. And he forgot about mine. We knew each other once under a different umbrella. He came and laughed at my local comedy shows, as I made fun of the mannequins he had on the roof of his house. Yes. All true. Quite the character. We had familiarity. We had an inside joke. He was in my stand up routine and thereby went on the road with me in spirit. We were neighbors and neighborly in our region.

And then the designed “divide” was employed and worked like gangbusters, pitting once kind eyes towards each other into “us and thems.” And then even deeper into altering grammatical rules that I am still trying to adapt to but can’t. Like nails down a chalkboard to use improper grammar, but I will gladly call you as you wish as I have no dog in your fight. The point is…things got really f*cked up. And I was a part of the divide. Not proud of that. I couldn’t even see it until this reconnection from one week ago.

But I did. I saw the error in my ways. I saw how I was manipulated into thinking my neighbor was a bad guy for what he believed and where we differ. I was focused on what separated us. And now I see what that has gotten us. Stuck and sick and even worse off than before.

We have to stop. We can’t wait for circumstances outside our control. We need to reconnect to the person and not the politics. Or else we lose it all. All of us. Not one side. All of us.

Finding Common Ground in Community Health

We connected on the health of our bodies. We commiserated on the faulty design of the medical system that keeps you sick and ways to combat that sneaky trick created by big pharma. We became neighbors again, remembering why we liked each other in the first place.

I am now committed to seeing the person and not the politics until we return to the unified country we once were. And it starts in your own back yard.

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The Inner Child Isn’t an Aspect of Your Soul.

July 13, 2026

In the Margins Monday

It IS your Soul.

It’s Monday and the theme today is “In the Margins.” In the Margins Monday… I like it.

The Gold is in the Margins: A Monday Ritual

I have a bin full of journals. Along with a few shelves full of my mental unravelings, premises, fully formed-gift from the comedy god’s- jokes, unpublished 60-100 paged…thingy’s…big black paper clipped stacks… extolling on whatever my process was at the time. Reiki. My father. Comedy life. My journals though, those, I write daily. Imperative for my sanity, to expel wisdom from the ethers, from whomever answers me when I ask questions.

I don’t know another way to filter and unpack what life brings you…the good, the bad, the totality. Surely, I’d be even more of an acquired taste if I didn’t have this outlet in which to unfurl with my naked thoughts that no one will ever read because I write in cursive, and they no longer teach that.

I say all that to say this…you would find, should you venture to read a journal of mine dating from the 1900’s…that is so funny for my generation to hear because it refers to an even more ancient time than the one being referenced by the GenZ ‘s and so on. Anyway…you would find the crazy is in the middle but the gold is in the margins. All the ideas, the premises, the wisdom, the insights in real time for that day are jotted down in the margins. Because I know right where I left that thought, that life saving, game changing, slice of insight to carry to the next moment. Now more than ever out of necessity, because I don’t have enough human RAM space left to store random thoughts and the good ones I never wanted to lose, so that’s where they have been deposited.

Over the years, I had become very disciplined in writing down the funny stuff in the margins which still pays off with constantly new material. So I go back and revisit the margins often to gussy them up and bring them on stage, or cross off, one by one, the to do lists for the day that inevitably build whilst I sip on my delectable morning espresso, complete with homemade cashew milk…yeah, I know. My life begins each day with this gorgeous, can’t get enough… sip followed by a puking out of the thoughts that greet me upon waking. But never have I used the little gems of navigation that I have accumulated along my 55 years and intentionally placed in the margins of my journals, like buried treasure I’d go back and recover someday. I knew that treasure chest would be put to test (use) sure as I jest.. with the jokes found in that same chest…ok I ran with it. Not everything is a win. And that is ok. And that is the actual win.

Aaaaaaaanywaaaaay….back to the point.

Here it begins… In the Margins Mondays…my pearls of wisdom for you to use or scroll past at your leisure.

Why Your Inner Child is Not an Aspect of Your Soul

I do not recall which youtube channel I was listening to and who expressed this thought… but it was blew my mind. And changed my perspective so much so that I found it three times written in the margins. So I shall pose it to you to ponder as I did.

What if your inner child isn’t an ASPECT of your soul but it IS your soul. It is the spirit in which your vehicle (body) wishes to operate from…the most fertile soil in which to cultivate a life in congruence with the design of the manufacturer. Leading to a life experience of alignment and prosperity and fulfillment. Rather than the life experience we are told to settle for. One designed to reposit all our joys of living into our retirement years.

Moving Past the Psychology: Removing the Quotation Marks

Not only do modern day social norms default you to ignoring that urge, impulse, voice from the most original source of who you are, but should you be enlightened enough to be aware of your “inner child” as even having an audible voice, even if at a whisper, the inner child is still a concept contained within quotation marks.Whereas this thought I heard then supposes even that awareness

diminishes YOU in total in your waking, day to day, meaningless in that case, life. Is keeping your inner child in quotes only part of the awakening?

I say, yes, which is to imply then that the inner child is but a sliver of who you are as a human being in today’s world. You are a grown human being and therefore do not act as a child acts. Wherein, I surmise, that sets in the death of your physical body, as you are using the machinery in environments (mental and/or physical) it was not designed to navigate and thrive in. And that there, friend, is to imply if you hear and long for whatever that “inner child” is begging you to play with, entertain yourself with, explore your world with…that prompting IS the voice to listen to and follow. It is YOU. It is the most YOU that you could ever listen to and validate. That YOU will lead you out of the darkness and into the place where both, you and YOU, knew once and simultaneously experienced the wonder of life and the magic in living it. A time, a reference point, where existed an untarnished expectation of the creation power inherent in your machinery. A point in which you approached life with an unwarranted zest for the imaginary. A perspective that was shushed, shamed and eventually relegated to running on whisper mode and ever further demoted in the system upgrades. It, however, was never lost in the equipment.

Reclaiming Your Soul’s Voice to Live in Alignment

I urge you to no longer marginalize the voice of your inner child. I further propose that you remove the inner child from the quotation marks. And instead approach your day through those eyes…through that spirit, where life still holds potential and YOU still generate miracles. The inner child is not just THERE. The inner child IS.

Go play!

#InTheMarginsMonday #InnerChildHealing #SoulAlignment #JournalingCommunity #SpiritualGrowth #AuthenticLiving #MorningRoutine #atalkwithterig #outsidethebox

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Why the Math on My “Dream Job” Wasn’t Mathing

June 24, 2026

In the Margins Monday

Calculating the Real Financial Cost of Having a Job

Is your job costing you more than it pays? Learn how to calculate the hidden financial and physical costs of employment to reclaim your freedom.

Did you ever sit down to calculate how much you spend being employed? One of the first things I did that got me out of the box with some mental ease was actually calculating how much it costs me to have a job.

Being an artist, one may have more previous employers than the average bear. I most certainly have an inordinate amount of jobs, careers, entrepreneurial ventures and reinventions. Until I finally took a good look at this cycle of gain and loss, high and low, in and out, up and down.

Long story short- I have been pursuing an art form that never paid the bills. Well, maybe they paid to delay bills but never did a windfall of money enter to wipe out debt. In fact, until I stopped fearing math, I hadn’t realized how much my life was financially out of balance.

I would have the day job, pursue comedy at night. Until comedy would disgust me and I would quit, find another job with a “future” in it and quit that. Then go back to my creative streak and start a business- t-shirts, candles, personal training, sound bowls, Reiki, plant based tasting programs, and on and on. When those failed I would take comedy back which cues a side job.

By the way, I love the side job. I feel free. Why? I can walk at any point. That is my own leverage that I quietly negotiate with myself. I wish that freedom for everyone. I hard quit jobs like it’s my job. Not a brag, just facts. My time is my value. Don’t fuck with it. If you hire me, utilize me. Don’t waste my time. I am not tall enough or dumb enough to just sit and look pretty. Too many organizations that run like shit shows. Can’t be a part of it, unless you let me fix it.

So fast forward to the job that should have changed the trajectory of my life. The job on paper that held the promises of finally arriving into poper adulthood… health insurance, 401K (don’t get me started on that), vacation time, prestigious title promised on the horizon of one year. Everything was building up to this moment in my life, unbeknownst to me. I never had “executive director” positon on my bingo card.

I start with all the hopeful relief this secure and forward moving position promised. And in less than a week the mistake set in and was confirmed when I was told I had to stop whistling. Not allowed. Not allowed to whistle while I work. This is a problem because I don’t even notice my whistling.

Ok, so now I am going to have to explain this logic of bailing on this “perfect” position of the many perfect positions I have eventually departed. Hear me out. The fact that I can’t whistle was not a strong enough argument. So I did the math.

The math ain’t mathin’. Without getting into the actual numbers, I realized that this position does not move me out of the bracket I began in. The only thing it offered was dealing with an imbalanced (although funny) personality at the helm. A realization that she was full of shit and I wasn’t going to get anything promised in the interview. And finally, the realization that there was no way out but to escape quick with the least amount of damage. Still burned a bridge. A few actually.

I wanted none of that to happen. I would have been so relieved to finally stop the searching, the endless sense of being a fuck up. I would have traded almost anything. But my health. And there’s the rub.

I am a mind body wellness chick. If my mind is well, my body will be. And at this point in my life, my body was failing and at the edge of giving up mentally and physically before this out of the blue opportunity came into my world. Was this it? Was this the final puzzle peice?

Nope. Can’t whistle…A.K.A. be myself. And that is just the tip of the iceberg. I jumped that ship quick. And the point is, the argument I made involved something I never looked at before…the financial cost of having a job. I made this move by instead seeing where I could cut costs rather than seek to make more.

The cost of maintaining a car. Unaffordable at the moment. Sold it. No insurance cost, no gas cost, no repairs. Bleeding stemmed. How about the cost of eating? Clothing? Other necessities you wouldn’t run into if you didn’t work that job? How many times I bought a coffee or extra snack? Or got roped into some expense ordered by the top dogs? Or suddenly a certification is required? It is endless.

I simplified my life. I took another approach with my health being the most important aspect of all my choices. I haven’t had or needed a car in 3 years. That alone is thousands of dollars in savings. Do I need rides, sure. But I can live according to a budget. Real cash. If I have it in my pocket I can go. Where as if I had a job, I always looked at it as a never ending flow of money. But it wasn’t. It was a never ending flow of expenses, health issues and oddly growing debt. Huh? The light bulb went on finally. How much am I making? How much am I spending? Is this moving me ahead? Am I happy? Answer to all was “out of balance.”

Selling your car may not be an option for you. But there are places where you can simply spend less rather than being constantly driven by the social standards of more, more, more. Where haven’t you looked yet? What haven’t you considered? I haven’t fallen since that choice. I am living healthier and more aligned than ever. The money is starting to follow and debt is starting to diminish with no returning in sight. I am learning what living within my means actually means. And sometimes it doesn’t think what you think it means.

Check the math. You may have options you never considered.

FinancialFreedom #CareerBurnout #MindBodyWellness #LivingWithinYourMeans #HiddenCostsOfWorking #9To5Escape #WordPressBlogger #ArtistLife

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Testing…

June 23, 2026

In the Margins Monday

Testing… Is this Thing on?

This is a quick test to see if I have all the social media linked up and ready to posts my blog entries!

Oh my gosh. Have I found the leash? Is this the long leash that entangles every corner of my reach on the world wide web? Will I actually be able to just function from here? Escape the first hand connection to social media?

Fingers crossed this works. And for added measure, I created a Linked In, Threads, Tumblr…to ignore. I think that’s it. Oh, no a Blue Sky account. All A Talk with Teri G. I also have a TikTok but if I despise the facebook/instagram cancel culture that one is so much quicker.

Ok. I will be back with more substantive words.

Testing. Testing.Is this thing on?

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Proof of Concept

June 22, 2026

In the Margins Monday

Don’t give up. It doesn’t always look like how you think it will. Trust your heart.

Great things on the horizons!

Finally, things are falling into place.

This enters the next phase of the plan that I started exactly 6 months ago today! On Nov. 22nd I did the first rendition of my one woman show- Outside the Box, as a way to literally write my life outside of the limits and repeating cycles to nowhere.

In 6 months, I created the show, a limited series podcast, got the “proof of concept” show booked in 3 venues, and as of today, officially started the blog site. (I’ll post more as I get it up to par.) That leaves one final component to complete the four phases of my Outside the Box transformation, and it is to unfold soon!

I tested the waters in this proof-of-concept period. Some rough waters at times but enough smooth sailing to not jump ship. Having never taken something like this on before, it has been constant creation. And I am proud to say I have created every bit of every bit of everything involved in this production from promotional material on Canva to all the websites and other platforms AND how to write a show vs a stand up set. I admit to dealing with a steep learning curve across the board.

I suspected there would be a need for more online traction, especially since I went through a shift in my social circles. I didn’t have that unexpected and unintended obstacle added on my bingo card. And while the impetus for that particular change was not at my own hand directly, the eventual implosion and far-reaching flame thrower could have been handled differently by yours truly. Eh. You work with the tools and awareness you have at the time. I mean, I did manage to hold off on the usual pattern of torching of bridges previously used to exit situations. I tried to just steer clear and go my own way. But the bridges burned anyway, I suspect by original design. I now understand an ember from many years ago engulfed my emotions and I was indeed in my feelings. No regrets. Just relief. A life less entangled was the original mission. So, mission accomplished.

So here I am in the writing/blogging phase, soon to be followed by a regular Vlog/podcast covering the gamut of my 55 years and all the weirdness that is me! Writing is my jam. It is where I am my “is-ness” most “is-ingly.” This is getting fun!

More news to follow!

Don’t give up. It doesn’t always look like how you think it will. Trust your heart.

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When you think you know the whole story…

June 22, 2026

In the Margins Monday

You have missed the big picture!

What’s the old saying?

Judge lest ye be judged.

It is easy to cast stones and follow the group thought, especially when it benefits you. There is nothing astounding or impressive by following the crowd because it is safer than upsetting the powers that be. A life of swallowing real feelings, choking on your own compromised soul.

Age brings a particular wisdom that youthful fears bind, speaking from direct experience. I do not possess a fear of fitting in at the stage of life where there are less days than more left on the horizon.

Taking a stand based on your personal needs and values which differs from the crowd takes a strong sense of self. And even more, a belief in yourself and your ability to create and sustain. Take heart knowing that though you may have to start from scratch, the foundation will be not be built upon compromise. And that is indestructible.

It is easy to feel powerful when people are cheering you on and visibly in your corner. Remove the support you rely upon to keep you propped up and it collapses.

Though there may be a few bad apples who revel in the perceived failures of others, they do not know the secret battles you win in private. How you have learned to dig even deeper, dust off and get back up in the face of those who root for you to fall.

So when you think you know the whole story… I promise you do not.

Don’t ever shrink your light in order to fall in line and accept less than you deserve or more importantly, less than you give.

#atalkwithterig #mentalhealth #outsidethebox #thoughts #goals #cheerleader #selfsustainability #fromscratch

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Welcome to my corner…

June 22, 2026

In the Margins Monday

Hi, I’m Teri Granahan!

Welcome to my corner of the internet.

After years of trying to squeeze myself into structures and boxes that simply didn’t fit, I finally decided to break free. As a comedian, speaker, and holistic health practitioner with 25+ years of experience, I mix side-splitting stand-up with deep wellness practices—like sound therapy—to help you kick burnout to the curb.

This blog is an honest, caffeinated, and unscripted guide to leaving the boxes behind, finding your creative soul, and becoming exactly who you were meant to be. Grab a coffee and let’s unravel the rules together!

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