Tea Towels and Being Wonder-Full
Appreciating wonderful and beauty and glory that exists outside of myself removes a burden from my shoulders I didn’t realize I carried.
Getting It Wrong (I Am Still Learning – Part Two)
We don’t want to learn. We want to file away someone’s insight, like a quote on an index card in our minds. We don’t want to have to know it to be true by forging each letter ourselves in the fires of failure. Getting it wrong.
Note to Self: Wringing Out the Words When Writing is Hardest
You are not a forgery of an artist because the process is difficult. The presence of struggle doesn’t imply the absence of grace and gifting. Wring them out.
Start with all your excuses. The page isn’t afraid of them.
Returning to Your College Town (There and Back Again: Part 1)
I hope that when you remember the person you were in the past, you can forgive yourself for what you didn’t yet know. The world needs more of that, no matter what city you are in.
Looking For Bittersweet Fireworks
I debated this entire blog post. Honestly, because I thought it would be just a little too honest and a little too close to home. But I realized that the 4th of July is upon us and in the same second I realized I haven’t written a blog post in a long time.
January Jitters: Is the Best Behind Me?
Problem: I’ve discovered I dwell on the past when I’m intimidated by the future.
How I Figured Out What I Want To Do
If I’ve deemed the adventures worth writing and reading, then they’ve got to be worth doing.
Why I Don’t Want It, Unless He Wants It For Me
The stubbornness that tries to reign as two tiny hands uncurl their fingers from fists and say, “You can have them. You can take them.” Gritted teeth and all.
50 Things That Make Me Smile (Even On Sad Days)
These have the power to put a smile on my face, even when my day isn’t going so great.
When Location Isn’t Everything
That concept of who I could be was appealing, and I soaked it in every time. I crossed oceans, ate different foods, took weekend trips to Italy, and stood in skyscrapers in London.
Now that they don’t readily apply anymore, it feels kind of strange, because I think I let myself believe that it was all of those things that made me special or interesting.