I don’t like ladders.
Never have.
I don’t really like step stools either.
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Me, too
This week, a status movement happened on Facebook that I didn’t know would shake me to my core. It was unexpected. And the first status I read started with, “Me, too” and then launched into a description of the incredible amount of healing done since an assault. All of that healing, and still there are nightmares and fears.
Stewardship
I’ve tried to write this post a couple times—and each time I table it and opt for something easier. Something less soul bearing and vulnerable. Something that is more formed in my mind and concrete. But. I want to talk about my word for this year and what it means to me--if for no other reason than to give myself some clarity. It doesn’t sound like that hard of a subject. Maybe this time, this draft will be easier.
Grateful Heart
It’s been a big year. I have a lot to be thankful for. My thoughts feel a bit scattered—my gratitude covers so many areas of my life that it’s overwhelming. So, to organize my thoughts, here is a list of some of the things I’m thankful for, in no particular order.
Not a Political Blog
All week, I thought I would do my first political blog post. Honestly. I thought, “I need to get my opinion out there. They need to know what I think about the current state of our nation.” I dreaded this election. I dreaded the outcome, no matter what would happen. But this isn’t a political blog. It never has been. It never* will be. (*Putting an asterisk here because I shouldn’t say “never.” Things could change. I don’t know the future.) It’s not a political blog because I think when we sink our teeth into politics for the sake of politics we miss the point. (There is a place for politics, don’t get me wrong, but this isn’t the place for it.)
Lesson in Overcoming Insecurity
My cousin’s little boy asked me if I was going to have a baby. There’s no way to beat around that bush. I figured it would happen eventually. I’m overweight. But I don’t think I carry that weight like I am pregnant. But it didn’t hit me like I always thought it would. I imagined that it would leave me devastated and hating my body.
See ya, Latter!
This was a big week for our family. A lot of important things happened, but I want to focus on one thing in particular. (I feel like this year has been full of monumental moments, but I guess that’s what growing up feels like.)
Sometimes it’s Not About the Degree
Honestly, I wanted to get this post up last Sunday, but didn’t have the time or energy to get it done before bedtime—you read that right. Bedtime. I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to share, or how I wanted to share it. We had a day full of activity and didn’t get home until later in the evening.
Summertime Drought
I didn’t know what to write about today. I’m still not completely sure, so we’re going to stumble through this together, okay? Okay. It’s one of those seasons where I feel like I’m in a desert, and instead of shying away from that frustration I’m going to try to face it head on and with direct intention.
Getting out of Town
Why do I love singing in the car? What is it about making myself hoarse that I enjoy?
A Taste of Spring
This past week has brought an uncommon warm front. Nebraska (and a lot of the Midwest) is known for weather that can go from one extreme to another. I left work without my coat three times this week. I wore a skirt on Friday. I wore flats instead of boots. It felt like spring. It felt like March or April instead of January.