I’ve been nursing this topic for a while. And I honestly think it feels more strange than writing about eating disorders or mental health for me. Because my track record with this particular topic clearly shows I’m not an expert. Isn’t there a song that literally just says over and over “I’m bad at love”?? … Continue reading Two things God is telling me about singleness
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Cut off at the quick
There’s just been a lot I’ve wanted to tell you in the past few days. About random silly things. And serious and scary things. Things that a week ago I wouldn’t hesitate to say. My grandmother turns 92 this weekend and we’re throwing her a surprise party. A fish fry. Like we used to have … Continue reading Cut off at the quick
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
