I've got a confession to make: My husband and I speak a different language. At least, some days it seems like that.
Growing up, friends seemed to pop up like daisies, showing up in my life with little or no help from me. Then I became an adult.
YOU ARE THE WORST. OK. I've composed myself. I DO NOT LIKE YOU. I'm sorry. I had another outburst. Really, though, you are just one incredibly unhelpful creature. And you know what? I'm durned sick of you (so sick of you that I spelled "DURN" instead of "DARN"). It's really your fault, Comparison. All I have … Continue reading Dear comparison,
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,
Oh circumstances. You're something else, aren't ya? You are the irritating factor that affects all of life (although FINNEEEE, we can control our reactions and be joyful at all times and such). But quite frankly, I've got a bone to pick with you. Namely, this last OH DEAR GOODNESS LONG MONTH of March. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know God … Continue reading Dear circumstances,
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,