“This isn’t forever,” I find myself whispering most days. Reminding myself that where I am is where I’m supposed to be. I can’t kick or scream or work hard enough to run from a season I was made to stand in. It looks slow, like molasses straight from the jug. Painful like losing your best … Continue reading
Author: PresleyT
I’m Presley. I’m 25 and fearful of what my 26th year will look like. I like to walk. I like to pray out loud while I’m driving. I’m in recovery for an Eating Disorder. But I’m kicking butt at that. And I’m proud for the first time ever. I’ve just learned how to not turn away from mirrors and to not be so focused on who likes my photos.
I feel things deeply and I’m constantly searching for a roadmap. Only to laugh incredibly loud each time I figure out there are no maps, just a blank slate that I can literally color all over. I’m trusting Jesus. Wholeheartedly. Believing he’s got the map and I’m just trying to paint a picture that shows how glorious He is.
tidbits of beautiful things
The barista at my favorite coffee shop only knows me as the girl with the cool band t-shirts who comes in for a muffin and a few hours clicking away at a keyboard. I like the girl that he sees. I'd like to be known as her. That is what 26 feels like. No clue … Continue reading tidbits of beautiful things
A whole blabbering mess on recovery during quarantine
"It is okay if your body changes!!!" I've screamed to the rooftops. Texted friends. Said to my roommate on walks. Heck, I even told my dog that when the vet said he needed to lose six pounds. If you were to open up my brain right now I promise there are tiny little Presley's running … Continue reading A whole blabbering mess on recovery during quarantine
Writing to Remember
I have been meaning to write for days. Maybe even weeks. To write for today, but mostly for years from now when I need to remember how I felt when the world went quiet. How my whole life suddenly became my bedroom....my office, my gym, my coffee shop, my church, all of it packed into … Continue reading Writing to Remember
It’ll be sunny.
I spent the month of January in a bit of solitude. Slowing down. Having long conversations with my counselor. Journaling. Taking laps through my neighborhood both in Nashville and my parents house. Spilling secrets that kept me separated from the people I love. Staring at myself in mirrors and learning to accept the lines on … Continue reading It’ll be sunny.
Reminiscing on Waves.
I've been doing some really deep work on myself for the past 22 days. Well, more like 60 days....but I really am only counting the days in 2020. Because I woke myself up this year. Praise God for that. Tonight I was going through old notes on my phone and found this ramble written back … Continue reading Reminiscing on Waves.
Self-Sabotage is lame.
I wasn't the girl who got the boy in high school. Or college. Or grad school. That stands true today too. It just isn't me. I don't exactly know why that isn't the case, But I do know that I have let it define me for as long as I can remember. Trading trendy style … Continue reading Self-Sabotage is lame.
Brave Words
There are too many pages left to be written. Too many sunsets and "laugh until you can't breathe" moments. Too many weddings to dance at and too many pretty dresses you'll get to buy. Too many times you'll be needed. Your advice and hugs and love for talking late into the night. There is too … Continue reading Brave Words
2019.
I sat in the bathtub and drained the water three times just thinking about what it would be like to never get out. Texted a friend and asked her if she felt like 2019 had kicked her ass as much as it had kicked mine. I prayed a long and pleading prayer with God to … Continue reading 2019.
Expectations
In my mind growing up, 25 was always the year I was FOR SURE going to be married. Twenty-five just felt like so old. My mom already had 3 kids by 25. Everyone in my family was engaged or married before 25. It just felt like there was no way it wouldn’t be a reality. … Continue reading Expectations
