Life has a way of making us feel grounded one second and completely heedless the next. I suppose it’s one of God’s many ways of reminding us about humility.
Category Archives: Everyday Life
Gift of Joy
Give the world your love, your service, your healing, but you can also give it your joy. This, too, is a great gift. Archbishop Desmond Tutu – The Book of Joy Today, I give you my joy. The joy of hiking in the woods removed from the daily hustle and bustle of the city. TheContinue reading “Gift of Joy”
I’m in a power struggle with the world right now, and the world is winning. Each day, I lose more and more control. For instance, I’m jumping into an entirely new career and chapter in life. I’m applying to jobs outside of my comfort zone, for roles that are very new to me – whereContinue reading “Labyrinth”
Grit Over Grind
Recently, I learned the difference between grit and grind. Brene Brown described the difference something like this: Grit is doing the right kind of hard – pushing through for what’s on the inside of you. Grind is doing the hard stuff for others and the external rewards. I’m a big self-reflection kind of gal. AlwaysContinue reading “Grit Over Grind”
Recently, I decided to take a huge leap of faith. It has been one of the scariest leaps I’ve ever decided to take. It has caused grief because change always does. And, I feel free. I deserve to fly, and in order to fly, I must leap.
Trail of Light
We sat in a crowded church on an uncrowded pew on Christmas Eve. The crowd triggered my anxiety but having a pew mostly to ourselves comforted me. At the end of the service, the pastor pointed out a small privilege we take for granted in this modern world – automatic street lights. As the sunContinue reading “Trail of Light”
Baggage and A Cliche
You can’t stuff away life’s baggage. One day, you’ll open that closet in search of a special outfit for the most special occasion and the baggage will peak its head around that favorite dress you’ve saved for years because someday it’ll fit again.
I’m in the trenches over here trying to learn about self-compassion and how to ask for what I need. Having a conversation about things I need from others for my own emotional well-being takes my body to panic attack levels because past life experiences programmed me to believe my emotional needs make me weak. Unlearning is difficult.
This season is teaching me a little bit about gentle self-love and compassion.
To the Feet of Love
The sun had not risen yet as I drove to work one random morning about a month ago. My mind was busy with all the day-to-day worries that I should hand over to God but have trouble doing because I’m human and because I’m fearful of losing control and of the unknown.
More of perspective than a story; ranting more than enlightening