I have a creative side. Although, I sometimes keep it undercover to protect it. Like, it wears the black glasses connected to a big flesh colored nose with a mustache floating under it… and a trench coat (almost forgot that accessory). That way it won’t get beat up by real life. Yeah, that’s my creative
“A Rest Stop Keeps Honey Bees From Dropping Dead From Overwork” was a recent headline in a Fast Company Co. Design article. I could probably stop typing at this moment and let you ponder that line for as long as your brain wants. Are you in ministry? Are you doing life? Do you work? Do
Tonight I’m going to do something different than usual. I’m going to make dinner. (As i write this, Brandon tells me- you can’t write that unless you’re actually going to do it). He knows me. What is something that you need to do different than usual? I have a friend who gave me the phrase:
I started this post a long time ago but Googling “lizard brain” took me clicking from website to website like a hungry learner on crack. I’m proud to finally be writing something. Over the weekend I read, Poke the Box. In the book, Seth Godin refers to some work by Steven Pressfield and what he
I’m writing tonight about something that has been on my mind for quite some time. I’ve considered writing about it but never had the energy to put it into something comprehendible. For the past 7 years, I’ve been involved in student ministry in some capacity. My involvement in the ministry stems largely from the value
Each time she pushed the thin gray layer of bangs back from her forehead, I was sure they were going to fall back in an asymmetrical lump above her eyes. But they didn’t. They sprang gently back to resting on her forehead in perfect spacing. And then I wondered how much younger she would look
My English teacher in high school never let us use cliché writing. But today I’m making an exception. Sorry Mrs. I can’t remember your name. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. For the first time in months I feel like some of my difficult days are over. I’m a little happier
This weekend, my perspective smiled. While exploring Chicago with one of my optimistic friends, Julie, I realized that I’ve been mopey (or is it moppy?- no that’s not right). I’ve been a person who mopes (not mops). I’ve only mopped like 3 times in my entire life (because Brandon takes complete ownership over the hygiene
My selection process for food at the grocery store is loosely based on my desire for a challenge so I pick out, what I would consider, interesting food. Really I pick out food that I wish I cooked, which means I should have more than pretzels, cheese, and apples in my cart. Tonight was a
Step 1: Do something. On Sunday, I did. I finished goal #1 on my list of goals: complete a half marathon. Check. Sometimes we need something to keep our mind off of other things. For me, work can be consuming (sometimes)…(actually lots of times). So in an act of emotional health desperation, I wrote down