Tag: peace
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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…
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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…
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No Apologies Necessary
I felt bad; how could I not? We had once relished in the fact that we were both barely making it. Strangely we bonded because we were both “scratching and surviving.” Misery definitely found company between us, and I would be breaking up the party. How dare I get better, be happy, and move on? …
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Lesson Learned
I missed last week’s blog, but if you are an avid follower, you knew that already. I can explain though. The long and short of the story is that I was too busy for my own good. Anyway, thanks for coming back today. *hugs and kisses* | Lesson Learned | It is so hard to…
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The Grief of Growth
I scrolled through the photos in my phone looking for one specific picture when I saw a picture of us. We had smirks on our face, and I swear I could remember the exact joke that was cracked just before I snapped our selfie. That was our way though: laughing uncontrollably and taking pictures…even if…
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It’s Time
Preface: Let me begin by thanking anyone who had the courage to read my post last week. It was heavy and uncomfortable, and being vulnerable like that literally made me sick. This week’s post will be different from the last. | It’s Time| She stared out of her office window to the courtyard ahead of…
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Believing and Becoming
It was so ironic. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, forced to look at herself. In that same mirror, she was forced to see herself too. She couldn’t stand what she saw…it just wasn’t enough. With tears streaming down her face and red marker in hand, she began to write. Every word unbelievable…
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Heart Check: The Incident. The Ignoring. The Interjection.
I can vividly remember hearing his voice as if he just said it. It was the Sunday before Memorial Day, and I stood at the altar with tears streaming down my face. It had been a hell of a week leading to this moment, I was emotionally and mentally exhausted, and my pastor had just…
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Adjustments: Being 30, Restricted Areas, Making Room
Disclaimer: Today’s blog may be a collection of jumbled thoughts and rambled expressions. Have you ever had something to say, but you are quite sure how to say it? That is how I feel today and have felt for about the last six days leading up to this blog. As always, I am writing from…
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Evacuate
It is my hope to be succinct. I’m a Rouson so we’ll see. | Evacuate | In Virginia, we have been preparing for Hurricane Florence for the last few days. At one point this category 4 hurricane was predicted to cause such devastation, that we were encouraged to know what [flood] zone we lived in,…
Christen Rouson 