Since I was about eight or nine years old, I have not been able to dream (imagine something huge and ‘impossible’ for my future) about anything in my life besides future relationships with boys and my wedding.
If there comes a thought that sounds like, “oohh, I wonder if…” my brain quickly shuts it down with, “nahh, that can’t work because _______.” (it’s too late to try that – you’re not cute enough for that – no one would invite you to do that – you can’t make money at that – etc.)
A Lesson
You think you’re way, way past a thing, and It wells up again.
Despair. The Questions, Did I miss it? What could I have done differently?
Over, and over, and over again. For a day, or so.
And then you forget. For a month, or maybe a year or so.
But a dream comes in the night; you can’t control its coming.
As promised…(or, threatened?) 🙂
I am a whole person. Complete. Right now – unmarried.
I used to believe that I was incomplete that way – that I was spending my life on the magical and romantic search for my other half.
On Millennial Dating in Your Late Twenties: A Rant
Prelude: If you know me, you know that I love men – I think they’re wonderful and amazing, and I have great godly men in my life who I trust and respect deeply – this is not in reaction to any men in particular beyond the few yahoos with whom I have “horror” stories, bless their hearts.
I’ll start by saying, I find it unnerving that men who date online are annoyed by the fact that women find their height to be important.
Brené Brown is kicking my butt again – as she does.
She’s got me thinking about belonging.
I’m taking the next step in my separation from Perfectionism:
I’m writing.
I’ve learned that Perfectionism is a lousy lover…controlling, manic, arrogant.
momma’s birthday
My momma turned 60 last month. I know – what a shock. She could pass for 42, at least.
My friend Carrie created, developed, and published a gorgeous daily planner called the Codex Planner for women who want to intentionally integrate spirituality into their weekly agendas. Being a lover of physical planners myself (I’m all-about yet another reason to stop looking at my phone so often) and appreciating it’s simple beauty, I wanted to share it with you today.
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