Simplify

I just deleted four paragraphs. What I just typed was beautiful, but it completely negated the central theme and most important message of this blog, so I deleted. And no, I don’t feel any kind of way about it at all. #kanyeshrug One word has resonated in my spirit on repeat for the last two…

Slowing Down and Seeing

Addressing the elephant in the room:  I have blogged since March.  (I may blog later about why I haven’t blogged.)  Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, we can move forward.  *smile* In an exchange of text messages with a friend last night, he asked me what is my favorite hymn and why. …

Adulting: I Don’t Feel Like It

Addition, subtraction, steering, and makeup application…  My morning drive is usually a test to see how well I can multi-task (don’t judge me), but now we’re adding math in the mix too, Chris?  My brain crunched numbers trying to figure out how many miles on average I drive per day and week therefore configuring how…

Late, But On Time

A few things: I may have written something along the lines of this topic some years ago.  You should keep reading anyway.  I will probably get straight to the point today because I’m not sure how to stretch out these words nor do I wish to say more than I need to say.  You should…

To the Women I Love…

I sat on the couch opposite my therapist staring at my wringing hands.  “Two weeks ago made ten years since my mother died.  Next week will make a year since my mother-in-law died.  Some days I don’t feel that I’ve fully processed that,” I said.  My eyes lifted to find her smiling brightly at me,…

Seasons End.

After months of being semi-ghosted or at least given the chilliest cold shoulder I’d ever endured, I sought understanding.  What had I done?  What did I need to apologize for, because I was willing.  In place of an explanation, I heard, “Our season has ended.” | Seasons End. | I have had many relationships, both…

Found

Nestled in the safety of my four-door sedan, parked outside of my home, I wept.  A glance in the review mirror was only a metaphorical confirmation for what I felt internally: I wasn’t myself.  Who was this woman staring back at me in the mirror?  Whose life was I living?  Whose body was it that…

It Doesn’t Have to be Perfect

It’s been too long, and I have absolutely missed writing and sharing with you.  I honestly can’t remember the last time I posted a blog…maybe a month ago?  Sheesh!  Too much time has elapsed.  The truth is, I have been writing here and there, and in some cases, I would get to “The Moral of…

Nah.

I’m feeling silly today… | Nah. | You ever look back a phase of your life and say to yourself, “Whew!  I’m glad I’m over that?”  I have had my fair share of What in the Blue Hell Was I thinking moments. I have made some of the worst mistakes in my almost 31 years. …

More Than One Way

 Frustrated, I lowered my head and let a few tears stream down my cheeks.  “This isn’t how I planned it,” I whispered as I considered how scrambled my plans had become.  What was once a clear road to success seemed congested detours, and uncertainty made me question if I’d arrive at all… | More Than…