I’m just a Mama, not some 30ish year-old tech-savvy executive, so my assessment of crafting strategy for how people use a social media platform is not my expertise and is really narrow minded. It’s ironic that a few days ago, my psychiatrist tasked me with subbing “I’m more than a…” for “I’m just a …” but I’m neither ready or convinced, so Imposter Syndrome is winning on this subject and we’ll pay Dr. V to call me out in a couple of weeks. However, that’s a different subject for a different day. Continue reading
Warr;or…
I had such great hopes for May 1, 2019. I was going to be a Mental Health Superhero Advocate Champion Survivor Warrior. I was going to be bold and courageous and tell my illness that it had to take a back seat for the next 31 days because I had work to do; I was going to spend the next 31 days being bigger than my illness and breaking the stigma and ending the silence and more. I was kicking butt and taking names in my head. And then I woke up; hands shaking, heart racing, legs like jello – some warrior! I felt like the demons that made me tired yesterday hadn’t bothered to sleep last night. A member of my tribe sent me this two years ago, while I was training for my first (and only) 15K. It carried me today, just as it has many, many days since. Continue reading
Yes, you can bring the Bunny…
I love holidays. Love them. Actually, celebrations in general. Come to think of it, I put effort into the high school golf outing meetings that take place at our house once a month. It makes My Fave a little crazy because I tend to go a bit over the top. It’s not from a place of needing to impress people; I simply love being in community. Whether it’s family or friends or a meeting with volunteers, I want people to walk into our house and feel welcomed and know we believe they’re worthy of our putting in some thoughtful effort to make them feel at home. I suppose a small part is due to watching my parents and extended family put so much into card club, holidays, birthdays and more. The bigger piece of it is much more an effort to “pay it forward”. Continue reading
Swapping “bitter” for “better”…
It’s your final dinner on earth; who do you invite?
Bob Goff, one of my favorite writers, tweeted his thoughts on the Last Supper this morning. It’s Maundy Thursday for Christians and marks the new commandment we were given as Jesus shared a final dinner with His closest friends, including the one who would betray Him, prior to taking the death that we deserved. (I know I am going to lose some of you right here; I’d love it if you’d stick with me but that’s entirely up to you.)
“Love each other. Just as I have loved you, you should love each other.” (John 13:34)
Worth the wait…
Our oldest is 16 years and 21 days old; a busy start to the junior tour season made yesterday, Masters Sunday, the first available date to celebrate with family. And wow, was it worth the wait!
We have been Tiger Woods fans for as long as we have been golf fans. As soon as J was old enough to have a real driver in his bag, the only extra he asked for was a Tiger head cover; that head cover is now almost 10 years old. 7 months after getting that head cover, the golfer he so much wanted to be like when he grew up would be in a car accident that would expose a much different Tiger Woods than the world had come to know. Continue reading
Just a…
Anyone else feel like we spend a lot of time selling ourselves short? I know I do. I catch myself doing it regularly and make a mental note to avoid it in the future.For me, the sentences usually starts with, “I’m just a…” or “I don’t do much, just…” The intent is humility but it feels like it comes across as a laundry list all the things I do, as a lack of confidence or to elicit an affirmation of my worth the 7th grade girl in me still seeks.
It’s so frustrating! Continue reading
Where do we start…
I got back into writing by sort of “insta-blogging” about a verse of the day from Air1 or You Version’s bible app about a year ago. When I got really intentional about it being the first thing I did each day, I’m embarrassed to admit how it changed my thinking and how the words affected me. I mean, I love Jesus. Boldly love Jesus and yet, here I was surprised at what He was able to do when I gave Him the first moments of my morning each day. Continue reading
