reality is never quite what you expect more full of joy than you imagined yet pulling back at you is the struggle everything is bigger than you imagined complicated what do you want to be when you grow up becomes a fairy tale because your dreams are merely fantasy and you are instead left […]Read More reality
This is hard to explain, but I will try. Probably my whole life, I have hated feeling certain things: anger, guilt, confusion, and discouragement. I would try to avoid feeling, but you know what happens when you try not to feel something? You might end up feeling it a lot more intensely. So because I hate […]Read More enjoying the pain
I am currently reading a self-help book that drives down the same, worn-out path of trying to convince the reader that they can accomplish a lot because the author has accomplished a lot. If the reader follows the path of the author by doing specific things, then the reader will also be successful. And usually […]Read More The joy of a simple life
So it’s about 5:30 in the evening. I really want my husband to be home. I’ve been working on some things on the computer, which means that either my kids are watching way too much television or the house is a wreck. When I get off the computer, I find that it is both: the […]Read More You can cry about the spilled milk … after it’s cleaned up.
Recently, I was teaching a lesson in church and someone commenting mentioned that even though she was sharing advice, she didn’t feel like she had it all figured out. I feel the same way a lot. If you could look into my day-to-day operations, you would know that I do not have it all together […]Read More I don’t know
I really want to be happy. Sometimes I have no idea how to go about doing that. But I’ve found that I can’t choose to be happy by simply changing my mood; I choose to be happy by living in a specific way, and then the happiness comes. Happiness is difficult to define in words, […]Read More Choosing Happy
Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart. -Luke 10:27 When people would ask me what I wanted to do when I grew up, I always had answers: veterinarian, poet, novelist, or freelance editor (my dream in ninth grade). My answers changed, but I always dreamed about a bright future. But most […]Read More Priority