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,
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 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,