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If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m a great planner. But I am not an expert at application. The gratification I get from doing the research, from creating the task list, from discussing said plans… It’s Dopamine Central. But when it comes to application…or execution of said plans…I freeze. I can’t figure out…
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Having been in therapy for almost a year, and having been given feedback from someone more expertly qualified than me to challenge my thought processes, there are still certain thoughts I continuously entertain that do absolutely nothing to help me. And on days when those thoughts take over, I often snowball emotionally, so that at…
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There is a delicate balance that exists in everyone’s lives… On one side of a metaphorical scale is “speaking up.” On the other, “keeping quiet.” I’ve been different seasons of my life on both sides of that scale. And I’m still not great at knowing which option to choose in any given situation. There have…
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I have a lot of fears. Some rational. Some irrational. Some that probably need to be discussed with Jesus. And possibly my therapist. But underneath the ones I tell people out loud – snakes, clowns, squirrels (don’t ask), being robbed at gunpoint – there is one fear that I keep quiet out of embarrassment and…
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We tend to recognize people when they accomplish something big. Promotions. Degrees. Awards. Milestones. Those things deserve celebration. But lately, I’ve been thinking about all the people doing things that will probably never earn them a plaque. There are people who quietly make life easier, safer, kinder, and better for everyone around them—and most of…
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It is 12:16 a.m. My husband has gone to work. My son has gone to bed. It’s just me. And the dogs. On the couch. In the quiet. I used to hate the quiet. Not the literal kind, because introverts do re-energize mostly in solitude. I’m talking about the kind of quiet where nothing is…
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INFJ. Introverted. Intuitive. Feeling. Judging. And after reading the description, my first thought, was, “Well, that explains some things.” My second thought was, “I feel personally attacked.” I don’t believe a personality test can reduce an entire human being to four letters. I’m complicated. You’re complicated. We’re all walking combinations of personality, experience, upbringing, faith,…
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I used to be terrified of being wrong. Not necessarily about little things. If I confidently tell you that Target closes at 10 and it actually closes at 9, I’ll survive. I’m talking about being wrong about things that matter. Wrong about another person. Wrong about someone’s intentions. Wrong about a decision I made. Wrong…
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I’m 39. 39. That’s almost 40. Which means I’ve been an adult for over two decades, technically. I should’ve listened to my parents when they told me I should’ve tried longer to stay little. I moved out young, got married young, had kids young… Now I have a whole career. I pay taxes. I make…
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A long time ago, I began writing a list entitled, “Tiny Hills…upon which I’ll Die.” I wasn’t going to publish it on any public platform – especially not this one – because I never want to invite controversy. But in the spirit of full transparency, I offer said list below. Consider me uncomfortable. The American…
