“When are you going to have a baby?”
Please please please stop asking me when I’m going to have a baby. We want to have a baby. But sometimes it’s just not that simple.
Please please please stop asking me when I’m going to have a baby. We want to have a baby. But sometimes it’s just not that simple.
Today, I was talking to my coworker about bachelor’s degrees and college. (Context: We have a fairly close friendship as far as work relationships go.) She brought up another of our coworkers, saying that her bachelor’s degree must be fake because “Have you heard her talk? She sounds so ghetto. She’s illiterate. Just watch, her… Continue reading Trouble With Microaggressions
I wasn’t hurt by my best friend dating my ex. I was hurt when she chose him over me even though I never forced her to choose. All I wanted was for her to be happy. I wanted to continue our friendship. She means too much to me to end a friendship over a guy… Continue reading Girl Code
Honestly, I’m frightened. Life is moving so quickly that I’m having trouble keeping up. I constantly have to remind myself that regardless of the circumstances, God is good. He is good and He has given me a good life. When I look back at the past year, it’s easy to see that. It’s easy to… Continue reading Hindsight is 2020
I don’t pray enough. I don’t go to church enough. I don’t love people enough. I don’t trust God’s plan enough. I don’t listen to Him enough. But I’m trying.
I quit my “dream job”. It felt so discouraging to let go of something I had wanted so badly. Now, I don’t regret it one bit.
“Write it on your heart that everyday is the best day in the year.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Happy Thanksgiving!
I hope you enjoy lots of good food and wonderful company this holiday season! I’m a little homesick, but it’s okay. 🙂 As cliche as it is, I really want to spend some time reflecting on the many things I have to be thankful for.
I turned 26 years old last week. Yes, it’s still strange to me. But what an opportune time to share 26 lessons I’ve learned in 26 years. 🙂
I feel pooped. Anxiety might be a mental disorder, but I can’t deny the effects it has on my physical health.