I haven't written much this week, and I've missed it. It's been a hard week emotionally and mentally, but even in that I'm seeing God work. That's another post though. I have been too exhausted to put words together, but oh how they have been bursting to come out!Jen Hatmaker did a Facebook Live stream [...]
Category: hope
Overtired
I had something more fun I wanted to write about today. It was gonna be funny and insightful and, hopefully inspiring. It still will be, when I write it. But today, I need to be real about a different topic, and maybe it'll still be inspirational, but in a different way. Maybe it'll make you [...]
Small Changes, Big Improvement
Just because the growth isn't in public places and visible to everyone doesn't mean it's not happening, that it's not good or significant. -EI feel like so much is changing in me for the better. I also feel ashamed (there it is again!) that from the outside, unless you're in the extreme inner circle, you [...]
Shame and saying no
I hate saying no. It makes me literally sick to my stomach. I'm an extreme people pleaser by nature, and I hate disappointing anyone, maybe partly out of fear that I'll lose their love or affection. That has been magnified during this season of struggling more intensely with my mental health. Sometimes I have to [...]
Quick fitness update 7/29/17
I haven't written much about exercise lately, and I know y'all are missing the play by play. (Sarcasm) seriously, though, a lot has been happening in this area. No, we have not achieved #ropesngunsnabs, yet-but many changes, nonetheless. I'm getting my mojo back! No, not in that way-well, yes in that way, but that's not [...]
Love is an open door
I've had the song with this title from Frozen in my head since I went to bed last night, and while I love it for itself, these words are speaking another truth to me, the song is about meeting your other half, romantically, which I can definitely relate to. Right now though, I'm looking at [...]
Daring to Dream
Dear Baby Two,I haven't written to you in so long, partly because I've been sad, partly because I've been afraid. I've been afraid to dream of you, to let thoughts and hopes and desires and images of you as part of my life into my heart. I've been protecting myself from being hurt, I suppose, [...]
Mae Breakall 