Category: Family
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In keeping with yesterday’s theme, below is a short list of ways that I realize how awesome my mom is. I reserve the right to edit/add on to this list as needed.
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It is only after my children grew up that I recognized how little I appreciated my own parents. I know I wasn’t easy to raise. And I see that now – in a way I probably couldn’t have seen before. I still call my father “Daddy.” He’ll be 61 this year, and after a stroke,…
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I used to think I was going to change the world. With my efforts. With my love. With success. With wisdom. And at 38, I’ve come to realize that I’m just ordinary… …which used to offend me. “Ordinary.” Nothing happening. No major events. No stories worth telling. But ordinary days are where most of life…
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The social construct of “matching their energy” is played out. I used to do it, too. If someone was distant, I’d pull back. If someone was short with me, I’d return that tone. If someone showed up halfway, I’d adjust to meet him/her there. But what feels like self-protection, balance, and “giving what I get”…
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In connection with a previous post about being too emotional, please allow this post to serve as clarity. Being “emotionally healthy” does not mean “feeling less.” I’m not someone who can detach, or calm down, or just “be” unbothered. I have to work alongside how I feel, and I teeter the line – all too…
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I’ve been thinking a lot about Job today. It’s funny because people around me like to say things like, “I’m in my Job season.” You know – when Murphy’s law kicks in and everything bad that could happen does happen and you’re laying in your bed at night wondering “Why me?!?” I think what some…
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I’m one of those people who can’t just make a mistake once and learn from it. I like to make the same choice 4 or 5 times just to make sure it’s a mistake. And because of that, I’ve been defined by a pattern of those mistakes. It takes three murders to earn someone the…
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I didn’t get to heal in peace — but I am healing in responsibility. There was a time when I used my survival as an explanation. Not an excuse — at least not consciously — but an explanation. I was immature.I was overwhelmed.I was hurt.I was trying. And all of that was true. But true…
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If you asked me to describe myself, one of the words I’d probably use is “emotional.” Not emotional in an explosive way, but in a way that makes me sensitive. Sensitive to change. To tone. To “vibes.” Passionate might also be a good way to describe it. But as the Lord has been doing work…
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My therapist says diagnoses don’t matter. She says it calmly. Clinically. Like someone who has watched enough people wear labels like armor or shackles. “Diagnoses don’t matter.” I nod. But I still Google them in the parking lot. I still compare symptoms on various lists on the internet. Still screenshot phrases like they might hand…
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