A lot of my creative energies are spent in long projects—writing fiction, quilting, you get the idea. But baking…with baking I get to see a tangible good within just a few hours. It’s great.
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Still Don’t Like Ladders
I don’t like ladders.
Never have.
I don’t really like step stools either.
On Writing
Today I almost forgot that I needed to write a blog post. For once it wasn’t because I wanted to make an excuse to not write (which happens more often than I care to admit). No, today I almost forgot because I was already in the writing sphere, just operating in a different hemisphere.
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.
Joining the Quarter Club
It seemed like this might be a milestone that deserves a list of thoughts and goals for the future. I’ve been doing really well on my 6 things for 2016, so why not try some more?
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.