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 sorry. I feel like you've gotten a bad rap. I BLAME 13-YEAR-OLDS. AND CHICK FLICKS. AND TEENAGERS IN GENERAL. But infatuation, frankly, I THINK YOU'RE AMAZING. You are pretty much one of the best things EVER with your butterfly-inducting, heart-racing, knee-weakening moments. You make the start of relationships TANTALIZING, EARTH-MOVING and all-around OVERWHELMINGLY EXCITING. But yes, yes, … Continue reading Dear infatuation,
All right, ladies. I am officially CALLING YOU OUT. If you read my blog telling men five ways they can MAN UP, you'll know that I am most definitely not picking on OUR DELICATE GENDER. But I am going to give you five ways that you ... (wait for it) .... can WOMAN UP in your life. Now … Continue reading Dear women,
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,