Abandonment, the act of being abandoned, left. An act we feel as early as infancy when our tears our met with silence. An act we feel during adolescence when we weren't chosen, picked or asked. An act we feel as adults when we are looked over, skipped past or never even considered. Abandonment was not … Continue reading Chosen.
Here I sit almost a year from when I first put my fingers to the keys and began this whole 'writing' thing to see what it was all about. Ironically, it was the holidays that sparked my writing bug, due to my desperate need to get all the emotions and 'feels' out of my head … Continue reading My Thanksgiving Feels…
The birthplace of hospitality, philos...xenos, love...stranger. It's that simple. Be hospitable by loving strangers. The simplicity of it is exactly what it's meant to be. Hospitality isn't meant to be a beautiful 4-course meal, a perfectly decorated home or 3000 plus square feet with hill country views. While all of those things are beautiful blessings … Continue reading Philos…Xenos…hospitality
We've all heard this silly yet truthful term, F.O.M.O., fear of missing out. How many of us can say with full honesty that we have not felt this at one time or another throughout the course of our life? Whether it be through social media posts of friends enjoying a nice evening out or their … Continue reading F.O.M.O.
I am selfish. I want what I want. I often expect or even demand my outcome to be priority. I look out for myself. I allow my expectations to take over my emotions and anger settles in. This is just one of my many sins. This is what I bring to the table but so … Continue reading Selfish.
Really, I am quite convinced that my brain has been hijacked by an actual toddler who has decided to stuff cheerios into any area that may contain the slightest bit of sanity. I am throwing tantrums, crying randomly and frankly, I could use a nap? You feelin me? I am not sure if it's the … Continue reading Am I’m losing it?
That loaded word. It circulates through our day and drags us down into the trenches. It shortens our temper and pulsates our eyes. Exhaustion. As a mom this word has become my new norm. It's no longer that weird feeling but the daily feeling. Almost so that if I actually get a good nights sleep … Continue reading Exhausted….