Numbers. Back when I was back and forth about putting my words from notebooks or files on my computer into a blog, I made myself a promise: numbers wouldn’t matter. Ever. The stats page was a mere acquaintance, not a friend. I promised to myself that as long as I was did the following, I… Continue reading Numbers, Choices, and Other Difficult Things…
Once again, I find myself sitting in Starbucks. On my drive through Eastern Kentucky into town, I figured this trip would be no different than the others. Today has been a mundane day. Nothing awful, but also nothing extraordinary. I grabbed my backpack. Macbook, journal, headphones - my usual. I took the same route as… Continue reading Close. Comfort. And Something Like Courage.
Have you ever had a heart attack? And no, I don’t mean the medical emergency dealing with the organ. I mean your heart. It is defined as the “central or innermost part of something”, “the center of a person’s thoughts and emotions, especially love or compassion” and “courage or enthusiasm" It is your core. It… Continue reading Heart attacks & taking steps back
Do more of …. Normally when that statement is used, it’s followed by: “… what makes you happy.” Do I disagree? Not entirely. Do I think it’s a phrase to approach with caution? Somewhat. Do I think it should be the ultimate priority? No. How’s this for a try: Do more of what makes you… Continue reading Happiness/Holiness/Free
“Look. Look at her. Seriously?? Do you see how perfect she is?” “Oh my goodness. I would do anything for that body.” “And her hair! It’s flawless.” “Can I just have that outfit?? Even though it wouldn’t even be cute on me” “I wish I looked like her” “Same. But nope, just plain old me.”… Continue reading Coffee, Comparisons, and the Creator
I.Hate. Waiting. Those who know me well know that I hate waiting. I am also easily distracted. "Is my final grade posted" "Have they texted back yet?" "I can't wait for Saturday" "Is it May yet?" And the list goes on and on.... I hate waiting on that text, that phone call, that email back.… Continue reading Wait, what? & waiting.
“Because I said so” Growing up, I heard this one a time or two (or three, or four, or ….) I rarely questioned something my parents said out of rebellion, mostly just out of curiosity. But there were times that I simply didn’t want to listen, I wanted to be lazy, I wanted to do… Continue reading “Because I Said So…”
Struggles Everyone always talks about struggling. This week I have talked about various things being ‘the struggle’ Just tonight at dinner I spoke with a friend about being on the ‘struggle bus’ Struggles can come in the form of many things. Struggles can be big, or they can be small. Struggles can be internal, or… Continue reading Things Lifeguarding Taught Me Pt. 2
Mistakes. I’ve made my fair share of them. Each year, month, week, even day I make many mistakes. Now, all of these mistakes vary. Some are very minimal, like a misspelled word; but some are bigger and have a larger consequence to them. Mistakes, when not addressed carefully or properly, can have a lasting and… Continue reading Mistakes, Mistaken.
Growing up, I never wore matching socks. The only time I wore matching socks consistently was to soccer games, and that was because it was mandatory. On any given day I could be found wearing a green, pink, and purple polka dot sock on my left foot, and a gray, red, and yellow striped sock… Continue reading Mismatched Socks and Tightrope Walks
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