You can't fix me. I wish you could. I wish I could see what you see when you look at me, because then I might be able to accept your words in that deep down place.
I'm going to be honest (SHOCKING, I know). Life with you has not turned out how I planned. In just about any category. I mean, I had PLANS. Awesome PLANS that you WRECKED. That's right. You've WRECKED them all. And they were pretty darn good, if you ask me. INSERT SIDE NOTE: If any of you … Continue reading Dear God,
I'm doing it. I'm CALLING YOU OUT. And I'm gonna tell you the things you should do because we as women WANT you to do these things (or at the very least, this woman wants you to do these things). I'll preface this all by saying that men, I think you're great. I love how … Continue reading Dear men,
I am not you. GOODNESS, I am not you. And I am SICK TO DEATH of the majority of people around me, both inside and outside the Christian community, assuming I should be more like you. I am not and never will be. SO THERE (imagine childish foot-stamping here). And you know what, Christian nice girl, … Continue reading Dear Christian nice girl,
Hey there, old friend. It's 27-year-old me, and we've been having a grand run. In fact, it's been quite a bit longer and grander than I desired, but thanks for the ... stories? Uncomfortable silences? Unfathomable responses? Yeah. Sure. Thanks for that. You know, Awkwardness, when I was young gal, I used to have high hopes … Continue reading Dear awkwardness,
Thanks for documenting every painful, humorous, trivial and excruciatingly terrible detail of life in your journals. They provide endless hours of amusement when re-reading them, as well as some moments of pride at bursts of unexpected maturity. If I could, I would sit next to you and say only four words: "It's gonna be OK." Or at least, … Continue reading Dear high school/college self,