A girl can dream, right?
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Good Women Project does it again!
I read this and re-read it and re-read it.
Seriously, READ THIS...
Editor’s Note: Today’s post is by Stephanie, over at For Such A Time As This. I adore it. You would do well to print it out and hang it next to your bed. – Lauren
Hey. Stop what you’re doing for a minute and listen. You aren’t going to believe everything I’m about to say, but I know you will understand it. I know you, and I know what you’re thinking. Maybe you will recognize me. Maybe you won’t.
First things first, you’re gorgeous. I know you don’t think that, and I know right now you’re smiling and inwardly negating my words; you do that a lot. Stop it. God made you. You don’t know Him that well yet, so you don’t understand this, but He formed every part of you. He molded your face, gave you that hair you try to cover up. He made you with hips (not the bad thing you think it is). And all those curves that make you feel disproportionate? He made those too. He made your nose and your eyes and he made you a little shy.
You feel cheated right now, wondering why the God of the universe didn’t make you alluring or talkative or anything like the girls you wish you were, but you’re wrong. You’re so wrong. Because, when God made you, he didn’t step back and look at the finished product and say, “good enough.” He didn’t grimace when he realized he made a few mistakes, but ushered you out into the world anyway. He didn’t even nod and think he had done pretty well. No. He saw you and he was enthralled. Girl, the king is enthralled with your beauty. Why? Because you—because the woman he made—was absolutely gorgeous.
I know you don’t feel that way, when the boys in the hallway try to rate your beauty on a scale of ten, when they make you feel unseen, unwanted. Don’t listen to them. Ignore them. For they are just boys and you are a woman—not one of their playthings. Your surpass their scale; no one can assign your beauty a number, a rating, a degree. Those who try and do such things are mere fools, not worth being heard. Yeah, their opinion seems like the world to you now, and the things they say cut deep, but you’ll get through it and soon they will be as laughable to you as they are to me now.
You think your brain is your only redeeming quality; you feel threatened when people try to challenge that. You tell yourself that if you can’t be pretty, at least you can be smart, but that’s not true either. God made you beautiful and He made you smart, so stop putting yourself down, stop believing lies (you made most of them up anyway; in a few years, you will realize that). You feel like no one will ever understand you, and they probably won’t, but that’s part of what makes you beautiful. God made you mysterious. You wouldn’t be you if people entirely understood you.
You don’t believe me. I know that. You won’t understand for another few years. You’re asking yourself how anything I say can be true, when deep down you feel so small and unseen. You don’t feel beautiful or powerful or anything like a woman when you sit in the back of the class room silent, avoiding eye contact with the ‘pretty girls’ and the teacher who knows that, though you won’t speak, you have so much to say. That’s right; you don’t fool me. I know how your mind is racing, how badly you yearn to be heard despite your fear of speaking. Your stutter really isn’t that bad.
Girl, things aren’t going to be easy, getting here. Sometimes it’s going to hurt—a lot. But some day you’ll understand what I’m saying. Some day you will come to terms with the truth that God made you beautiful, and the lies you once believed will enrage you. Some day you will be angry at the world that pressed those unhealthy expectations and feelings of failure onto your heart, and you’re going to fight. You’re going to make war on those lies—in your life and in the lives of others. That’s right. Some day there are going to be women who look up to you, and you’re going to understand the struggle in their eyes. You’re going to see in them the girl to whom I am writing this letter. It’s still going to be a struggle for you; it isn’t always going to be easy, but God is on your side.
And you will grow, step by step, day by day, as I am growing now, as you learn what it means to be a woman deeply loved by the Lord.
Listen to me. Please. You are beautiful, just how God made you. If nothing else, please understand that. Cling to it. Cling to the truth that God made you well.
And keep fighting. I’ll see you on the other side.
I read this and re-read it and re-read it.
Seriously, READ THIS...
Editor’s Note: Today’s post is by Stephanie, over at For Such A Time As This. I adore it. You would do well to print it out and hang it next to your bed. – Lauren
Hey. Stop what you’re doing for a minute and listen. You aren’t going to believe everything I’m about to say, but I know you will understand it. I know you, and I know what you’re thinking. Maybe you will recognize me. Maybe you won’t.
First things first, you’re gorgeous. I know you don’t think that, and I know right now you’re smiling and inwardly negating my words; you do that a lot. Stop it. God made you. You don’t know Him that well yet, so you don’t understand this, but He formed every part of you. He molded your face, gave you that hair you try to cover up. He made you with hips (not the bad thing you think it is). And all those curves that make you feel disproportionate? He made those too. He made your nose and your eyes and he made you a little shy.
You feel cheated right now, wondering why the God of the universe didn’t make you alluring or talkative or anything like the girls you wish you were, but you’re wrong. You’re so wrong. Because, when God made you, he didn’t step back and look at the finished product and say, “good enough.” He didn’t grimace when he realized he made a few mistakes, but ushered you out into the world anyway. He didn’t even nod and think he had done pretty well. No. He saw you and he was enthralled. Girl, the king is enthralled with your beauty. Why? Because you—because the woman he made—was absolutely gorgeous.
I know you don’t feel that way, when the boys in the hallway try to rate your beauty on a scale of ten, when they make you feel unseen, unwanted. Don’t listen to them. Ignore them. For they are just boys and you are a woman—not one of their playthings. Your surpass their scale; no one can assign your beauty a number, a rating, a degree. Those who try and do such things are mere fools, not worth being heard. Yeah, their opinion seems like the world to you now, and the things they say cut deep, but you’ll get through it and soon they will be as laughable to you as they are to me now.
You think your brain is your only redeeming quality; you feel threatened when people try to challenge that. You tell yourself that if you can’t be pretty, at least you can be smart, but that’s not true either. God made you beautiful and He made you smart, so stop putting yourself down, stop believing lies (you made most of them up anyway; in a few years, you will realize that). You feel like no one will ever understand you, and they probably won’t, but that’s part of what makes you beautiful. God made you mysterious. You wouldn’t be you if people entirely understood you.
You don’t believe me. I know that. You won’t understand for another few years. You’re asking yourself how anything I say can be true, when deep down you feel so small and unseen. You don’t feel beautiful or powerful or anything like a woman when you sit in the back of the class room silent, avoiding eye contact with the ‘pretty girls’ and the teacher who knows that, though you won’t speak, you have so much to say. That’s right; you don’t fool me. I know how your mind is racing, how badly you yearn to be heard despite your fear of speaking. Your stutter really isn’t that bad.
Girl, things aren’t going to be easy, getting here. Sometimes it’s going to hurt—a lot. But some day you’ll understand what I’m saying. Some day you will come to terms with the truth that God made you beautiful, and the lies you once believed will enrage you. Some day you will be angry at the world that pressed those unhealthy expectations and feelings of failure onto your heart, and you’re going to fight. You’re going to make war on those lies—in your life and in the lives of others. That’s right. Some day there are going to be women who look up to you, and you’re going to understand the struggle in their eyes. You’re going to see in them the girl to whom I am writing this letter. It’s still going to be a struggle for you; it isn’t always going to be easy, but God is on your side.
And you will grow, step by step, day by day, as I am growing now, as you learn what it means to be a woman deeply loved by the Lord.
Listen to me. Please. You are beautiful, just how God made you. If nothing else, please understand that. Cling to it. Cling to the truth that God made you well.
And keep fighting. I’ll see you on the other side.
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
So, I hate Valentine's Day.
Except, I don't at all.
The cynical, eternally single me HATES Valentine's Day for all of the obvious reasons. I feel like I am the ONLY one out there who doesn't have some rugged hot man to give her some chocolate and flowers. I feel like Hallmark has made millions all while reminding me that I am single. 26 Valentine's Days in and I have yet to have a "Valentine" to call my own. I have never received flowers or chocolates on February 14th. It's just a tough day.
The hopeless romantic me LOVES everything that Valentine's Day is. I love the over-the-top ridiculous red and pink that seems to vomit over anything standing still. I am like a kid when it comes to conversation hearts and what they say. I can't wait until I have a Valentine of my own to buy some cheesy Valentine's crap for. I love that we set aside a day, separate of Birthdays and Anniversaries to say I love you. As much as I try to fight it, I LOVE Valentine's Day.
Except, I don't at all.
I mean, there is a lot to how I feel about Valentine's Day.
The cynical, eternally single me HATES Valentine's Day for all of the obvious reasons. I feel like I am the ONLY one out there who doesn't have some rugged hot man to give her some chocolate and flowers. I feel like Hallmark has made millions all while reminding me that I am single. 26 Valentine's Days in and I have yet to have a "Valentine" to call my own. I have never received flowers or chocolates on February 14th. It's just a tough day.
The hopeless romantic me LOVES everything that Valentine's Day is. I love the over-the-top ridiculous red and pink that seems to vomit over anything standing still. I am like a kid when it comes to conversation hearts and what they say. I can't wait until I have a Valentine of my own to buy some cheesy Valentine's crap for. I love that we set aside a day, separate of Birthdays and Anniversaries to say I love you. As much as I try to fight it, I LOVE Valentine's Day.
Today, I choose to celebrate a day about love. Do I feel a little sad that I am single and don't have a rugged hot man to share this romantic day with? ABSOLUTELY! BUT, I feel like I have a great opportunity to share love with the people closest to me, without feeling like I am taking away from my man. I get to give all of my love attention to my nearest and dearest.
So...
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
May your day be FULL of love and laughter and all things red and pink! May you find great joy in all of the festive decor and treats, rather than being bitter and cynical about it all. May you lean into the Creator of all things, including Love.
After all...
Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.
Love doesn't strut,
Doesn't have a swelled head,
Doesn't force itself on others,
Isn't always "me first,"
Doesn't fly off the handle,
Doesn't keep score of the sins of others, Doesn't revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.
(From 1 Corinthians 13, The Message)
Monday, 13 February 2012
Life is messy in the land between, REALLY messy sometimes. It doesn't look at ALL like what we want or hope for. BUT, there is hope in the land between.
Let me start by giving you a little background as to why this is on my mind and what it is that has gotten me to this place of feeling hope and not despair...
Last year, while I was on a trip to Arizona visiting a very very dear friend, I was introduced to the book The Land Between by Jeff Manion. Instead of trying to tell you about the book, I am going to use the description found on the site...
Let me start by giving you a little background as to why this is on my mind and what it is that has gotten me to this place of feeling hope and not despair...
Last year, while I was on a trip to Arizona visiting a very very dear friend, I was introduced to the book The Land Between by Jeff Manion. Instead of trying to tell you about the book, I am going to use the description found on the site...
In The Land Between, author Jeff Manion uses the biblical story of the Israelite’s journey through Sinai desert as a metaphor for being in undesired, transitional space. After enduring generations of slavery in Egypt, the descendants of Jacob travel through the desert (the land between) toward their new home in Canaan. They crave the food of their former home in Egypt and despise their present environment. They are unable to go back and incapable of moving forward. The Land Between explores the way in which their reactions can provide insight and guidance on how to respond to God during our own seasons of difficult transition. The book provides fresh biblical insight for people traveling through undesired transitions (e.g. foreclosure, unemployment, parents in declining health, post-graduate uncertainty, business failure, etc.) who are looking for hope, guidance, and encouragement. While it is possible to move through transitions and learn little, they provide our greatest opportunity for spiritual growth. God desires to meet us in our chaos and emotional upheaval, and he intends for us to encounter his goodness and provision during these upsetting seasons.
So, while I live in the land between, I have a choice. I can choose to become bitter and angry and jaded as to why I have to be in the in between for so long OR I can choose well. I can choose to embrace this season, however hard and uncomfortable it as, and learn. I can look around at the scenery in the land between and find things to be thankful for, rather than finding things to be bitter about.
The reality is, this is the land between. It isn't where I am coming from. It isn't where I am going. It simply is. I can choose to deny the fact that this is the land between and miss the lessons and opportunities for me during this messy season or I can choose well. I can choose to cling to the hope.
I choose hope.
I won't always live paycheck to paycheck.
I won't always be single.
I won't always live at home with my parents.
Someday I will have a place to call my own and make as a home for my family and myself.
Someday I will work in my dream job, whether I know that it is my dream job now or not.
I will be a mom someday (as much as I fight it and say that I am not sure if I want to be a mom, I totally do.)
I won't always be in weight loss mode but will someday be in maintenance mode.
Whether you are heading into the land between, find yourself there currently (remember the Israelites were in the desert for forty years), or are on the other side of the land between, I pray that you can choose joy and hope.
I will be a mom someday (as much as I fight it and say that I am not sure if I want to be a mom, I totally do.)
I won't always be in weight loss mode but will someday be in maintenance mode.
Whether you are heading into the land between, find yourself there currently (remember the Israelites were in the desert for forty years), or are on the other side of the land between, I pray that you can choose joy and hope.
Friday, 10 February 2012
Well, here I am, almost 4 years after leaving Arizona to head to Nashville only to end up back in San Diego. 4 years ago, I was working at a church in Arizona, dreaming of Nashville, about to have my degree in hand and the world at my fingertips. Life didn't go according to plan.
For the past 4 years, I have been living, for lack of a better term, in the land between. (Thank you Jeff Manion for making this sound so much for eloquent than I ever could!) When I, ever so abruptly, left the journey to Nashville and the dream that I had of being there, I thought that I would be in San Diego for six months to a year and then move on... Life didn't go according to plan.
I spent July and August of 2008 living the unemployment dream (only I didn't collect unemployment, I lived off of the little savings that I had.) In September of 2008, I started a job at a photography studio, a job that I enjoyed but wasn't passionate about. In June 2009, I moved on to work for San Diego Unified School District, not for a job that I was excited about but for a job that gave me benefits and retirement. In September 2010, I changed jobs within SDUSD that took me to a job that I really enjoy... I make pennies but I have never called in sick because I hate my job and have never left my job hoping that I don't have to return; my worst day at this job is far better than my best day at previous jobs. It goes without saying, I don't have my dream job, and I am not sure that I even know what that is anymore, if I were being completely honest. Life didn't go according to plan.
Since being back in SD, I have church hopped like no other. For a season, I called Flood home. I will be honest, I mainly went to Flood because I had a crush on a guy that attended there. Don't get me wrong, it was a great place for me in that season of life too, so it's not like I ONLY went for him... it just helped to get me there. :) For a season, I regularly attended The Rock. Then things got a little political leading up to the campaigns in 2008 and I just couldn't hang with all of the political talk in church... it made me a little crazy, couldn't hang. For a while, I made a commitment to attend Mosaic San Diego. I REALLY like Mosaic. I like how small the gathering is. I like the music. I like how creative the community is. I just didn't feel like I fit in... I am not hip enough. These days, I find myself back at The Rock (when I go to a service), and it is a good place for me in this season. I didn't expect to leave a job a church only to find myself in a place of not having a church that I feel comfortable enough in to call it home and make it home. Life didn't go according to plan.
To go even further, life doesn't look AT ALL what I thought it would look like as I approach my 27th Birthday. Let's be real, when I was 18, starting my college career at Seattle Pacific University, I thought that I would have the coveted "ring by spring" of my senior year - hell, I thought that I would have spring of my senior year be at SPU... neither one of those things happened. I thought that I would be married with a baby either here or on the way by almost 27. I thought that I would be living in a cute apartment or tiny house, making a house a home for my family, while working at my dream job. I thought that like would be wrapped up in a pretty little bow. Life didn't go according to plan.
So, here I am, a month shy of turning 27, living life in The Land Between. I am living at home with my parents. I am single, VERY single. I barely make enough to make the minimum payments on my student loans. I attend church semi-regularly, still not at a place that I call home. Life isn't wrapped up in a pretty bow. I mean, let's be real... LIFE IS MESSY in the land between.
For the past 4 years, I have been living, for lack of a better term, in the land between. (Thank you Jeff Manion for making this sound so much for eloquent than I ever could!) When I, ever so abruptly, left the journey to Nashville and the dream that I had of being there, I thought that I would be in San Diego for six months to a year and then move on... Life didn't go according to plan.
I spent July and August of 2008 living the unemployment dream (only I didn't collect unemployment, I lived off of the little savings that I had.) In September of 2008, I started a job at a photography studio, a job that I enjoyed but wasn't passionate about. In June 2009, I moved on to work for San Diego Unified School District, not for a job that I was excited about but for a job that gave me benefits and retirement. In September 2010, I changed jobs within SDUSD that took me to a job that I really enjoy... I make pennies but I have never called in sick because I hate my job and have never left my job hoping that I don't have to return; my worst day at this job is far better than my best day at previous jobs. It goes without saying, I don't have my dream job, and I am not sure that I even know what that is anymore, if I were being completely honest. Life didn't go according to plan.
Since being back in SD, I have church hopped like no other. For a season, I called Flood home. I will be honest, I mainly went to Flood because I had a crush on a guy that attended there. Don't get me wrong, it was a great place for me in that season of life too, so it's not like I ONLY went for him... it just helped to get me there. :) For a season, I regularly attended The Rock. Then things got a little political leading up to the campaigns in 2008 and I just couldn't hang with all of the political talk in church... it made me a little crazy, couldn't hang. For a while, I made a commitment to attend Mosaic San Diego. I REALLY like Mosaic. I like how small the gathering is. I like the music. I like how creative the community is. I just didn't feel like I fit in... I am not hip enough. These days, I find myself back at The Rock (when I go to a service), and it is a good place for me in this season. I didn't expect to leave a job a church only to find myself in a place of not having a church that I feel comfortable enough in to call it home and make it home. Life didn't go according to plan.
To go even further, life doesn't look AT ALL what I thought it would look like as I approach my 27th Birthday. Let's be real, when I was 18, starting my college career at Seattle Pacific University, I thought that I would have the coveted "ring by spring" of my senior year - hell, I thought that I would have spring of my senior year be at SPU... neither one of those things happened. I thought that I would be married with a baby either here or on the way by almost 27. I thought that I would be living in a cute apartment or tiny house, making a house a home for my family, while working at my dream job. I thought that like would be wrapped up in a pretty little bow. Life didn't go according to plan.
So, here I am, a month shy of turning 27, living life in The Land Between. I am living at home with my parents. I am single, VERY single. I barely make enough to make the minimum payments on my student loans. I attend church semi-regularly, still not at a place that I call home. Life isn't wrapped up in a pretty bow. I mean, let's be real... LIFE IS MESSY in the land between.
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
I love my Google Reader and it's ability to inform me when any of the blogs that I read have a new post for me to read. It is so much better than going to a blog in hopes of a new post and being disappointed. I just love it.
What I love even more, is what I login to find that GoodWomenProject or LaurenNicoleLove are marked in BOLD and have new posts for me to read. Don't get me wrong, I love it when ANY of the blogs that I read have new posts, I just really love what is said on these two blogs and the words often stir something in my soul. I like it. :)
Today is no different.
I signed into my Google Reader (for the third time this morning) in hopes of finding a new post and there it was! LAURENNICOLELOVE had a new post! I got the biggest smile on my face and was just so excited to dive in and read it.
You see, Lauren runs the site GoodWomenProject that I posted about on Monday. I don't know her, so I can't speak to who she is in real life, but I can say that what I see on her blog is good stuff. She appears to be good people. She shares from her heart. She loves Jesus. She speaks the uncomfortable truths that we, so often, don't want to face. She pushes her readers to be whole. I just like what she has to say.
Today's post is no different from the others in that it stirred something inside me.
Now, before you jump down my throat and tell me that I can, read her post.
Then you will understand.
What I love even more, is what I login to find that GoodWomenProject or LaurenNicoleLove are marked in BOLD and have new posts for me to read. Don't get me wrong, I love it when ANY of the blogs that I read have new posts, I just really love what is said on these two blogs and the words often stir something in my soul. I like it. :)
Today is no different.
I signed into my Google Reader (for the third time this morning) in hopes of finding a new post and there it was! LAURENNICOLELOVE had a new post! I got the biggest smile on my face and was just so excited to dive in and read it.
You see, Lauren runs the site GoodWomenProject that I posted about on Monday. I don't know her, so I can't speak to who she is in real life, but I can say that what I see on her blog is good stuff. She appears to be good people. She shares from her heart. She loves Jesus. She speaks the uncomfortable truths that we, so often, don't want to face. She pushes her readers to be whole. I just like what she has to say.
Today's post is no different from the others in that it stirred something inside me.
I can't.
Now, before you jump down my throat and tell me that I can, read her post.
Then you will understand.
You can't.
I can't.
We can't.
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
I already know that I may very well be SCREWED when (and if) I get pregnant, being that it is said that your senses are heightened, especially your sense of smell.
You see, I am already INCREDIBLY SENSITIVE to, even the faintest, of smells.
- If someone has stinky feet, I smell them, almost immediately, and will be totally aware of it until we part ways.
- If someone is wearing a really yummy cologne, I can't stop breathing through my nose so as to keep getting a whiff.
- If someone is wearing old lady perfume, I am reminded of all of the old Portuguese ladies at Cabrillo Club dinners.
- If I smell a Star Gazer Lily, I can't help but think of Festa Sunday.
- If someone is wearing Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue perfume, I can't help but think of my friend Faith and a few others that wear the scent.
- If I get a whiff of Patchouli Oil, I think of Brian Wurzell and how he would wear it, hug me, and I would inevitably smell like Patchouli Oil ALL DAY after.
- The smell of a redwood deck in the sun will FOREVER remind me of the Young Life camps Woodleaf and Oakbridge. Not sure why it doesn't remind me of the countless others, but it only reminds me of those two.
- The smell of VW Bugs and Jettas will always remind of melted crayons.
- The smell of cream of mushroom soup makes me want to vomit... there is no other way to say it.
- There is nothing that screams summer more than the smell of fresh strawberries.
Thus, it got me thinking about smells and the power they have to take us somewhere, remind us of someone, make us sick, make us laugh, and even make us cry.
Monday, 6 February 2012
A while ago, my dear friend Katelynn told me about a blog that she reads called Good Women Project.
I must say, I LOVE it when my Google Reader shows me that there is a new post to read on this blog. I love that the entries come from different people at different places in life with different perspectives on life and all that it entails. More than that, I love that it's whole purpose is to help women to be as they were created to be. Check out their mission statement...
I must say, I LOVE it when my Google Reader shows me that there is a new post to read on this blog. I love that the entries come from different people at different places in life with different perspectives on life and all that it entails. More than that, I love that it's whole purpose is to help women to be as they were created to be. Check out their mission statement...
We exist to restore a woman’s identity as God created her to be.
We want to help you re-define what a good woman is, and remind you that you were created with everything it takes. Too many of us have given up on being a good woman, and it cannot remain this way.
We are adamant believers that good women have the most fun, the best sex, and most fulfilling lives.
We want you to experience this.
While we expect to continually evolve and expand, our current priority is tackling the issues buried deep in relationships, family, identity, and sex.
We share women’s stories on an infinite number of related topics that will give you a glimpse into other lives, young and old – making sure that you aren’t alone in your struggle to be a good woman. It’s hard, we know, and we can’t do it alone.
Our generation of women is in the midst of an identity crisis.
Women struggle to stand up for ourselves; to wait, fight for, and identify good men. We struggle to see ourselves as we were created to be. We struggle to move out of our past and into our future. We get stuck in sub-par relationships, and the majority of us don’t have parents with healthy marriages to go to for advice.
We’ve been wrestling through taboo topics on our own, and very few women are being mentored or mentoring others. This stops here.
Good Women Project is stepping out and starting a conversation with good women who share their pasts and presents with us. Most of life is trial and error, but some things (like picking the man you’ll be sexing up for the rest of your life) cry out for wisdom found in an honest community of experienced women.
We believe in being a place of trust, honesty, and encouragement.
We know you are in desperate need of breaking the silence, and knowing that you aren’t alone. We know you need grace, and not judgement; empathy, and not misunderstanding. We know you need to be encouraged to keep up the good fight.
We believe in reality.
As women, we are inundated with romance novels and chick flicks, and the Good Women Project desires to deliver reality – the GOOD reality – to your kitchen table, your office space, and your bedroom.
We believe in truth, healing, and faith.
That nothing is impossible for God, when we let Him slough off the dirt of our past and fight to become the women the world needs us to be. You have kick ass hopes for your future, full of moving and shaking- so we’re not going to repeat your grandmother’s advice back to you. But you will find wisdom and truth here.
We believe in differences.
We know you aren’t exactly like everybody else, and that’s why we share stories from every kind of woman with every kind of past. Truth is one-size-fits-all, but you are not. And we respect that, and love it.
We believe in hard questions.
We promise to ask and answer the hard questions, the funny questions, the bedroom questions, and the I-can’t-believe-you-just-asked-that questions.
Join us as we stop the bitching and the biting, and bring good women back to life.
It is about US. It is about me. It is about you. Ultimately, it is ALSO about US.
I never consider his (whoever he is) feelings. I only think about ME and how I feel and how crappy it is that I am still single. I, without even thinking about it, have made it ALL about me.
What about him?
What about his feelings?
What about the fact that he has to be brave and risk?
What about the fact that he has to pay for the date?
What about the fact that his heart has probably been broken and rejected too?
All this to say, today's post on GWP has left me thinking about so much.
Thursday, 2 February 2012
Wednesday, 1 February 2012
Every once in a while a "Me Day" is not only wanted BUT very necessary. Yesterday was one of those days.
I didn't sleep well the night before. Thanks to Aunt Flo, I was doubled over in pain, feeling like I was going to die (I know, the dramatics of being a female... so glamorous). My heart was feeling broken. I just needed a Me Day, PRONTO. So, I took one! I let work know that I wasn't coming in and I took the day for myself.
I stayed in bed all morning, catching up on Grey's and Parenthood on DVR. Let me tell you, rest REALLY IS the best medicine. Along with the DVR marathon and rest and relaxation time, I got to catch up with my BFF, which is ALWAYS good for the soul. There is something about the words of a BFF to help mend the heart and head.
By noon, I was feeling much more like myself, a bruised and battered version, but like myself nonetheless. I ventured out into the backyard and soaked up some sun while listening to my Heartbroken playlist and reading The Furious Longing of God. Sunshine, fresh air, music that acts as a soundtrack to your emotions, and a good book, I believe, are gifts from God that I am INCREDIBLY thankful for.
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As evening approached, I felt even better. I went to the gym for my usual sweat session, which helped in the healing process even further. As they say, running is cheaper than therapy. Don't get me wrong, I think EVERYONE should be in therapy, not necessarily at all times, but chances are, if you think you don't need it, you need it the most. BUT... working out is a good form of therapy. It is time during which you are doing something for YOU, to better YOU... it matters.
I didn't sleep well the night before. Thanks to Aunt Flo, I was doubled over in pain, feeling like I was going to die (I know, the dramatics of being a female... so glamorous). My heart was feeling broken. I just needed a Me Day, PRONTO. So, I took one! I let work know that I wasn't coming in and I took the day for myself.
I stayed in bed all morning, catching up on Grey's and Parenthood on DVR. Let me tell you, rest REALLY IS the best medicine. Along with the DVR marathon and rest and relaxation time, I got to catch up with my BFF, which is ALWAYS good for the soul. There is something about the words of a BFF to help mend the heart and head.
By noon, I was feeling much more like myself, a bruised and battered version, but like myself nonetheless. I ventured out into the backyard and soaked up some sun while listening to my Heartbroken playlist and reading The Furious Longing of God. Sunshine, fresh air, music that acts as a soundtrack to your emotions, and a good book, I believe, are gifts from God that I am INCREDIBLY thankful for.
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As evening approached, I felt even better. I went to the gym for my usual sweat session, which helped in the healing process even further. As they say, running is cheaper than therapy. Don't get me wrong, I think EVERYONE should be in therapy, not necessarily at all times, but chances are, if you think you don't need it, you need it the most. BUT... working out is a good form of therapy. It is time during which you are doing something for YOU, to better YOU... it matters.
All this to say, when was the last time you took a day for YOU? Not necessarily a day off from work, but just a day where you spent the day with yourself, with NO agenda... just to be? If you can't remember the last time, I would encourage you to schedule one ASAP. If you have never taken one, I would encourage you, even further, to schedule one SUPER ASAP. Before you can even think about taking care of someone else, you need to learn how to properly take care of yourself.
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