Ya’ll. Mornings are a STRUGGLE. I’mma just go ‘head and put it out there. No sneaky attention-grabber on this one, friends. Let’s call it like it is. I may have some things figured out in life, but mornings just ain’t one of ’em. This might come as a shock to those of you who think … More What to Do With Mornings
“The things of earth will grow strangely dim.” Sleep, work, play, people, places, things, ideas. This is the stuff of life. This is before me, and this is what fills me. I subconsciously live in the moment, completely unaware. Unaware of the inestimable book collecting dust on my shelf. Oblivious to the power and presence … More The Things of Earth Are Strangely Bright
I am strong. I can handle anything. I can juggle three jobs and a dozen fluctuating schedules. I can keep a clean, organized home and prepare homemade meals. I can spend time with people, and get along with people, and invest in people, and talk to people, and help people. I can deal with my own … More When My Heart Is Overwhelmed
I need my coffee . . . I always procrastinate . . . I see things a certain way . . . I’m OCD . . . I’m emotional . . . I don’t trust people . . . That’s just the way I am. Perhaps that’s the way you are, but is that the … More That’s Just the Way I Am
I awake at 8:30. 8:39. 8:48. My night-owl self aches and groans, my foggy brain creating possible scenarios for how I might maximize my morning routine and hit that precious sleep button just a few more times. 9:57. Down the stairs, grab a mid-morning snack, out the door. Time to face yet another day. A … More Yet Another Day
Journey of the Word 