Vulnerability used to be hard. At eleven years old, there was no way on God’s green planet I would let my friends know I wasn’t allowed to watch the show they were all talking about. You’re kiddin’ yourself if you thought anyone knew my only name brand shirts were hand-me-downs. And yes of course I got … Continue reading When Vulnerability isn’t Sexy
If Knoxville is the southern scruffy mountain man, Lexington is his refined older sister. And I love her. She's just a smidge under three hours away from Knoxville (this time estimate is including a stop for coffee, because, obviously.) She's southern and sophisticated. See, I've lived in a handful of southern cities. They have been … Continue reading Lexploring: a day in Lexington
I don't know where my home is. I've always been bad at directions Examples: My parents got me a GPS well before I owned a car. I once spent many dollars confusedly going back and forth on a tollroad, even with said GPS. Another time, I drove an hour into North Carolina before realizing I was … Continue reading A Rambling Post About Effects of Meandering
I don’t want to brag, but I have a lot of skills. I can go to Target and only buy what I initially entered said store to buy. I can scrape ice off a car windshield with only a ballpoint pen and a rewards card at my disposal. (Possible but not recommended.) I once ate … Continue reading While I’m Waiting… If That’s What’s Happening Here.
I graduated from college bright eyed and bushy tailed, talkative, sociable, ready to move across the country and make hordes of new interesting, talented, and hilarious friends. A year later I was heart-wrenchingly lonely. Busy, sure. But lonely too. That’s right, after a year of occasional coffee dates and brunches, all I had to show … Continue reading Everyone’s Lonely and Nobody Will Admit It.
If you know me, you know I love coffee. (And let the record stand that I loved coffee before loving coffee was cool. I started drinking coffee for a much nobler reason - I wanted to be exactly like my older sister in every way, shape, and form.) There are people who see coffee as an … Continue reading When Coffee is More Than Coffee.
((This post first appeared on The Gospel Economist.)) I'm a worrier. It’s not crippling. Worrying is more like a slight headache for me: constantly throbbing, but generally forgettable if I’m having enough fun. But it’s still there. Always there. In elementary school, I worried about my friends liking me. I wore hand-me-downs, didn’t have cable, … Continue reading When Hillsong Leaves You Dry-Eyed