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
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.
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.
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
Google the term "self-care" and a variety of topics will come up. At home spa-treatments, workouts, playlists for calming anxiety, and more. Now do not get me wrong, I am a fan of a face mask and a nice glass of wine. A Target trip. That sometimes is my version of self-care. But, in this … Continue reading What Self-Care Truly Looks Like: One Month In
What happens when we aren't sure how to feel about God's plan? I was on a walk with a friend the other day and posed that question. What happens when our flesh desires something other than what God has laid out for us? Is it a sin to mourn what could have been? My flesh … Continue reading A thorn in my side
I'm not good at making mistakes. That's a weird statement, isn't it? I honestly don't let myself make mistakes. It's because when I do, I treat it like WWIII has broken out and I am the sole reason. I'm good at over apologizing and beating myself up for days over a minute issue. This past … Continue reading Redemptive Vulnerability