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The Good. The Bad. The Raspy.

  • Purpose in the Raspberry Failure

    You know who actually breaks my heart in the Bible?

    Peter.

    Not when he cut the soldier’s ear off. Not when he walked on water and started sinking. Not when he was swearing he’d never leave.

    But the moment that gets me is when Jesus looked at him after the denial.

    When he failed publicly…
    Repeatedly…
    In one night…

    We love Peter the preacher. The Peter that said, “On this rock I’ll build my church.” But nobody really sits with the embarrassed Peter. The one who folded under pressure. The one who said, “I don’t know Him” – not once. Not twice. But three times.

    The one whose mouth betrayed his heart.

    What tears me up is that a lot of us know what it feels like to love God and still disappoint Him. We may mean well, and we still mess up. We may be sincere in our minds and still fall short in our hearts. And some of us may even be running to avoid the conviction that comes with knowingly-made bad decisions.

    Peter didn’t deny Jesus because he stopped believing. He denied Jesus because fear got louder than his faith.

    And before we judge him how many times have we been him?

    And even in all of my wrong choices, I didn’t stop loving God. I was just quiet when it really mattered. Complacent when it counted.

    I didn’t boldly walk away from the Lord or renounce Him out loud. I just blended in when standing alone made me uncomfortable. I didn’t renounce Him out loud.

    And that’s the part nobody preaches about.

    It can be easy to talk about the loud failures that come from rebellious people who “know better but don’t do better.”

    But Peter failed up close. He was still near Jesus. Still following Him. Still watching it unfold.

    And that kind of failure is harder to believe. Because you can’t blame that on ignorance or distance or not knowing better. Peter knew Him. He walked with Him. He saw the miracles. And still denied Him.

    That has really messed with my head. It has made me question my purpose, my sense of direction, and my calling. It has decreased my level of confidence and devalued what little credibility I may still have.

    Reading that story has made me wonder how God can still use me after I willingly chose incorrectly for so long.

    And the part we often skip is that Jesus didn’t confront Peter immediately. He let Peter sit with his decision for a minute. And that is still the case today. Sometimes God doesn’t rush to correct you because He’s letting conviction do the work.

    But after the resurrection, after the victory, after the glory, Jesus asked Peter one question: “Do you love me?” Not “Why did you deny me?” Not “How could you embarrass me?” Not even “Can I still trust you?”

    “Do you love me?” Three times. The same number of times that Peter denied Him.

    Jesus wasn’t trying to shame Peter. Jesus was restoring Peter at the point of his failure.

    And here’s the kicker…

    Jesus didn’t take away Peter’s calling. He refined it. He didn’t disqualify Peter or replace Peter. He recommissioned Peter.

    Jesus still trusted Peter, which tells me that God is not intimidated by our moments of weakness. He takes our stupidity into account when assigning our purpose.

    At times I have thought that I’m done because I failed under pressure, or because I ran when things were hard, or because I knew better and still messed up.

    But those failures didn’t cancel my assignment. My failures are part of the fulfillment of my assignment.

    Peter became the great leader he was because he knew what it felt like to fall and still be loved by the Lord. He could preach grace because it was given to him when he needed it.

    Please stop to consider that the things you are ashamed of are the very things God plans to anoint. Maybe the moment in your life that you believe disqualified you is the humbling experience you needed to fully commit. Maybe running from conviction is a part of your own testimony that will win others to the Kingdom.

    To my readers – never think you are unsalvageable.

    I mean…look what He did for Peter.

  • Raspberry’s Top Fives

    In trying to solidify and/or accept more of who I am, I was challenged to make a list of favorites.

    Obligatory lists incoming.

    Also, please consider this an invitation to share your own favorites. Maybe we have some common interests, or, alternatively, maybe we can learn something from each other.

    Movies:

    1. Pretty Woman – I know every word, every Easter egg. Did you all know that in the original script, Julia Roberts was supposed to get shot in the street and Richard Gere was supposed to throw her $3k on the ground next to her and just leave her there? Not very romantic.
    2. The Accountant 2. Yes, the second one. I watched them both and the sequel is better.
    3. Wicked. Both of them. I never got so many chill bumps listening to a witch sing. (Be on the lookout for a synopsis of this movie. I took thorough mental notes.)
    4. Lincoln Lawyer. Matthew McConaughey outdid himself.
    5. A Walk to Remember. It’s the second movie I remember watching in theaters, and the first movie I remember seeing with friends only. I was in middle school. I’m showing my age. Cried through the whole thing.

    Honorable mentions – Liar, Liar; Legally Blonde.

    TV Series:

    1. Friends. Watched on repeat.
    2. Lincoln Lawyer. Yep, the TV show, too. Doesn’t Neve Campbell get better looking as she ages?
    3. The Big Bang Theory. What is not to love about this one? Everybody has that one autistic friend. And if you don’t, you’re probably the autistic one.
    4. The Vampire Diaries. Specifically seasons 1 through 4. It’s the only love triangle on which I couldn’t have an opinion because I love both of the brothers so much, for different reasons.
    5. Dawson’s Creek. Now this one was easy. Team Pacey forever. How has Joshua Jackson been my type for two decades?

    Honorable mentions – Criminal Minds; Whose Line is it Anyway?; Pretty Little Lies.

    Bands/Song Artists:

    1. Justin Timberlake. Also my type since I was about 13 years old.
    2. NSYNC. That’s not cheating.
    3. Kelly Clarkson. That woman can sing the phone book.
    4. Xania Monet. I found her on TikTok and I’ve been listening to her stuff for a few months. She can blow, too.
    5. Mercy Me. When I need a good cry.

    Honorable mentions – Israel Houghton (and the New Breed); Backstreet Boys.

    Books:

    1. The Bible, which truly is the answer key to all of life’s questions. I set a goal to finish it in 6 months, and I’m getting there.
    2. The Scarlet Letter. It could be rewritten in 2025 vernacular, as my memoir.
    3. The Glass Castle. Jeanette Walls is a word magician. I love – LOVE – this book.
    4. Native Son. I read it my junior year of high school and probably need to read it again. But the themes of this novel will be forever relevant.
    5. Look for Thee by Moonlight. An easy-to-read vampire book. Notwithstanding some references to what would be considered pedophilia in 2025, it’s a good one. And really – it’s not that different (age gap wise) than Twilight.

    Honorable mentions – The Boxcar Children (the nostalgia); The Crucible (give me a group of women blamed for everything any day).

    Possessions:

    1. Ozzy. To be fair, I don’t consider him a “possession” – he’s my little puppy son, but for the purposes of this post, he is definitely prized.
    2. My living room quilt. It was on my bed, and when I upgraded, this quilt became my lovey. When I’m napping on the couch, watching TV, or blogging, like now, I become a quilt burrito.
    3. My typewriter’s tray. My mom has had one for years. I didn’t even knew what hers was (the name of it or what it did). I just knew she housed her little knick-knacks on hers. Come to find out, it is a tray that used to hold letter stamps at a printing press. I found one on Etsy and it was gifted to me. Mine isn’t in as good a shape as my mom’s, but I love it.
    4. The awesome possum. Someone I love very much bought me this silly rubber possum because she knows rodents aren’t my cup of tea. But I named him Chester and he hangs out at my desk, blocking the webcam. I guess I consider him a favorite because he makes me laugh.
    5. My bathtub. Let me tell you something. Baths are my JAM. My tub is huge, the water scalding. I could sit in that thing for hours.

    Honorable mentions – My headphones. I am always wearing them. And they hold a charge for weeks – not an exaggeration.

    Things I Collect:

    1. Miniatures. The aforementioned typewriter’s tray contains tiny things that make me smile.
    2. Drinkware. Stanleys and coffee mugs. I have bookoos and there is no end to my impulse buying in sight. I think there are probably a dozen Stanleys in my cupboard and just as many coffee mugs.
    3. Sweatshirts. I like keeping my house at a cool 68 degrees, just so I can put on a sweatshirt to stay warm. And that doesn’t even begin to crack the surface of what a walking contradiction I can be.
    4. Office supplies. Planners. Pens. Bullet journals. Calendars. I write everything down, usually twice, to try to convince myself that it makes me whole.
    5. Nails. I have a laundry hamper full of press-ons. I’m currently sporting a glossy sage color but will likely switch to red toward the middle of the week.

    Honorable mentions – Leggings/Yoga pants; reading glasses.

    Drinks:

    1. Dr. Pepper. My nemesis. To be fair, I haven’t had many in the last few months. It’s an addiction I fight daily.
    2. Sweet tea. I am a respectable Southerner.
    3. Water with lemon. I’ve been drinking a lot of that lately. Hydration is always encouraged.
    4. Coffee. Iced on Sunday mornings. Hot otherwise. With Wal-mart brand French vanilla creamer.
    5. Purple Powerade Zero. It’s what I’ve been drinking in between waters.

    Honorable mentions – Lemonade (yum); Dulcis wine, though I haven’t had any in a while. I am not sure how I feel about drinking alcohol anymore, so I’ve been avoiding it while I figure that out. But I did find it locally after searching for months, as a non-wine lover, I do enjoy it – both the red and the white.

    Foods:

    1. Steak. Filet. Medium rare.
    2. Sushi. Nothing raw, but when is crab and cream cheese not the best combination ever?
    3. Caesar salad. My son and I share a love of this one.
    4. Pasta. Any kind. Just give me the carbs!
    5. Seafood boil. The place I enjoyed going locally burned down. There is a place in New Orleans called Fiery Crab and I can’t wait to go again.

    Honorable mentions – French fries.

    Dessert (yes, sugar gets its own category):

    1. Chocolate milkshakes. To be clear, I like vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup blended into a milkshake. I will drink, but do not prefer chocolate ice cream liquefied.
    2. Marshmallow Peeps. I am not sure when I decided I enjoyed them, but I imagine it wasn’t long after I discovered that no one else really does, which means I don’t have to share. More for me.
    3. Cheesecake. When in doubt, get the cheesecake.
    4. Caramel apples. There’s an ice cream shop about 20 minutes from me that sells them in the fall. Expensive. Worth every penny.
    5. Chocolate chip cookies. I’m no snob. I don’t think I’ve tried one I didn’t like. My favorite, though, are the ones from American Cookie Company.

    Honorable mentions – Lemon cake; banana pudding (my mom’s is my favorite).

    Places:

    1. My bed. It’s so comfy. And I’m looking forward to bed time tonight because I just put freshly washed sheets on it. I am unreasonably excited.
    2. The mountains. Crisp weather. Front porch. Coffee. A view.
    3. The movies. I don’t think popcorn, candy, and a comfy chair require much of an explanation.
    4. Church. Enter feeling defeated. Leave with hope. I love our church.
    5. My bath. It is worth mentioning again, yes.

    Honorable mentions – My car, where I am usually alone. It is a good place to think, to pray, to cry, to process.

    Things About Myself:

    1. I give more grace to others than I have ever received. I could write an entire post about this, and I might, someday. For now, though, I’ll stand firmly here.
    2. My make up routine. I don’t keep up with the newest trends. But I like what I like, and I’ve perfected the ritual that suits me.
    3. My handwriting. I receive frequent compliments, which is why I include it.
    4. I’m not confrontational. I’ll cry in private later, but I’m not typically one to start a fight. I’ll keep my mouth closed until it hurts.
    5. I’m generous. I have been blessed with a really good job, and I’m happy to give even more these days. The downside? People take advantage. But that’s their demon, not mine.

    Honorable mentions – My work ethic. I wouldn’t be where I am today if I didn’t work my hiney off to get here. I am blessed, yes, but I have also earned my spot.

    Bible Verses:

    1. Proverbs 3:5-6. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, leaning not unto your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths.” A gentle reminder to pray before making any decision.
    2. 2 Corinthians 7:9. “Yet now I am happy, not because you were made sorry, but because your sorrow led to repentance. For you became sorrowful as God intended and so you were not harmed in any way by us.” While the Lord does not like for His people to be sad, He can use our sadness to teach us things and draw us closer to Him. I am grateful for that, these days more than ever.
    3. Matthew 6:34. “Therefore, do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” The Lord holds the future. It is human nature to be concerned, to make plans, and to think we have things figured out. But ultimate peace is found when we learn to let go…and let God.
    4. Judges 16:28-30. “Then Samson prayed to the Lord, ‘Sovereign Lord, remember me. Please, God, strengthen me just once more, and let me with one blow get revenge on the Philistines for my two eyes.’ Then Samson reached toward the two central pillars on which the temple stood. Bracing himself against them, his right hand on the one and his left hand on the other, Samson said, ‘Let me die with the Philistines!’ Then he pushed with all his might, and down came the temple on the rulers and all the people in it. Thus he killed many more when he died than while he lived.” Samson got himself into quite a bit of trouble. He made a lot of mistakes. But he learned, and he gave God what he had left. I relate to Samson in a lot of ways. The Lord can have what is left of me.
    5. Revelation 21:4. “He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” I look forward to a day with no more pain.

    Honorable mentions – 2 Corinthians 5:21. “God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.” It’s just a summation of why we exist and why our Father sacrificed His only Son. This is the verse I use as motivation to keep going.

    I have this thickness in the back of my throat that has rendered my voice that of a pre-pubescent boy. I took some Decadron three days ago and I haven’t slept. Fortunately, I feel myself crashing, so off I go to one of my favorite places, for puppy snuggles and hopefully some snoring. I can’t wait to fall asleep.

    Thank you for being here.

  • Real Life Raspberry

    “Comparison is the thief of joy.” – Theodore Roosevelt

    This quote is easily said. Rolls off of the tongue.

    And it’s easy to understand. The implications that come with the quote are across-the-board accepted. It’s as if he knew what everyone was thinking.

    Ole Teddy became the youngest President, at age 42. So to me it seems like it would be easy for him to say such a thing – because people were probably comparing themselves to HIM. And while he was criticized for being a believer of racial hierarchy, for being aggressive and somewhat egotistical, even his critics probably had to admit that he was at least successful.

    I wonder, if Teddy existed today, how much truer he would find his statement. In an era where Instagram exists. In a time when it’s easy to open a phone and watch other people flourish, reach their goals, spending money out of their seemingly overflowing bank accounts.

    I often look at the lives of people who are or once were in my life. I scroll through social media occasionally and observe the smiles.

    “Oh, look – Sally got a new car. Why does she deserve a new car? She just got one last year and wrecked it. She must have good auto insurance.”

    Funny thing is – she posted a picture of the car. Not a picture of the bill.

    “Look how grown Susan’s kids are now. And they all got together on Thanksgiving. Wow, it’s almost like her kids forgot that Susan snorted cocaine for the better part of their childhood. Why does she get to have a relationship with her kids?”

    But what Susan didn’t post was the $20,000.00 rehab charge, or the texts full of ultimatums from her kids that said, “If you don’t stop, we won’t talk.”

    “Wow, Kelly and Brad are still together. Didn’t he cheat on her, like, 10 times?!?! Where is her backbone?”

    But what isn’t shown is the number of nights Kelly spent on her knees in a closet somewhere, asking God if she should walk away…or try harder.

    My point – we often compare the details of our lives to the highlights of others’. And it’s convenient to post our own highlights so that other people don’t know that we are sad. Or lonely. Or scared. Or broke or broken.

    When I decided to start this blog, I remember making a silent promise to myself that I would be raw, real, and genuine – even if it hurt. And for those of you reading this, who think, “She must really have it together,” I can’t tell you how far that is from the truth.

    So here is the truth…or at least…the truth right now:

    I woke up at 6 a.m. with the worst indigestion I have had in my entire life. I didn’t go back to sleep until nearly 8 a.m., and I missed church because I wanted extra rest. [Insert guilt here.]

    I fed my son McDonald’s for lunch because I didn’t feel like cooking or even getting dressed to go out.

    And right now, it’s 4 p.m., and I’m sitting on the couch on my laptop while two loads of laundry that need folding stare back at me, wrinkled and cold now. I’m half-listening to what is playing on YouTube on the t.v., Steven Furtick, because I’m feeling pretty lousy today. It’s cold outside. It’s cold inside.

    There are dirty dishes in the sink, the bed is unmade, one of my nails just fell off.

    I make more money now than I’ve ever made in my entire life, and I have more money than I’ve ever had…but I don’t want to log in for work tomorrow. I’m discouraged.

    There are two other people in this house, and I sit here fighting tears because I’ve never felt more lonely or less worthy of love or affection or affirmation. The grace upon which others rely to get through a day is the same grace that – right now – in this moment – I do not feel I deserve.

    I’m a little different than other people.

    I don’t want people to see my “highlights.”

    I don’t want people to see me at all.

    I’m convinced that I’m too broken, too insecure, too unworthy, and unusable. I pray for direction, and the answer doesn’t come. So I must not be a good listener – or worse – I’m not worth listening to.

    So I pray harder. Cry more. Try to do better. I fill my day with as many tasks as possible and ignore the fact that I can barely breathe sometimes. I stay off of my phone so I can avoid watching others’ highlights, because, as Teddy reminds us even a century later…

    “Comparison is the thief of joy.”

  • Some Truths about Raspberry

    As I’ve said before, sometimes I ask Chat GPT to give me guidance as to what I need to be writing. I did so moments ago, and I was met with the following:

    “10 Gentle Truths I’m Learning About Who I Am.”

    Yikes.

    As someone who tends to be more critical of myself than of others, this may be a little more challenging than I’d have initially preferred, especially because it’s 11 p.m. and I’ve had a relatively busy day. Church, where there were lots of tears. Lunch. A movie with my son. A full scrub down of the house, which, truthfully didn’t take as long as anticipated, but it was a chore, nonetheless. Then prayer journal, bullet journal, packing my son’s lunch, and about 4 loads of laundry.

    It is somewhat interesting to me that I was given this specific blog prompt, because this morning at church, the sermon was about our identity in Christ.

    Don’t get me wrong – it has been a good day. And with purpose, I decided I would snuggle into bed with my laptop. The problem with this intention? Severe Writer’s Block.

    Gentle truths? Hm. Let’s see where this goes.

    (I don’t brainstorm or outline these posts, in case you were wondering.)

    1. I am definitely a night owl. Not a morning person. Not even an afternoon person. I like my sleep. But if you catch me at about 7 or 8 p.m., you’re likely to find me doing something productive – cleaning, meal prep, planning my next day, helping with homework. I hit my peak. And you have me from then until about midnight, at which point I find the nearest pillow and crash.
    2. I have lost people who meant the world to me. And here I am – still making it. My track record for overcoming really difficult things is: Me – all of them; All of them – 0. I am still an avid overthinker, so sometimes I have to remind myself of it, and sometimes it can be hard for me to focus on what is good because there is some bad. But I am learning to count things in my favor. And I’ve survived it all so far, praise the Lord.
    3. I lack certain discipline that I “should” have – as a grown woman. I used to say I wasn’t motivated. But I don’t think that the things I don’t do have much to do with motivation. I think I’ve grown so accustomed to impulsivity, and what “feels good” right now – mostly because I’ve been chasing my own self-worth for 20 years – that I forget that it is discipline that actually gets things done. So for now, I am relying on the Lord to remind me of who I am and focusing a lot less on “noise” that could ever reassure me. The bottom line is that what others say and think – even if once true – well, it means a lot less these days.
    4. I would prefer to eat 8 snacks a day instead of 3 meals. What does that make me? A snacking machine? Don’t worry – the snacks aren’t always bad for me. On a related note, I just bought myself the tiniest little cucumbers for lunches this week, and I’m really excited to try them.
    5. I am a not-on-purpose self mutilator. Let me tell you what I have done this week. For one, I clipped all the skin off of my fingertips. I’ve told you all about this before, but when the skin on my fingers gets dry, I clip it off. I’ve been doing it for years. It doesn’t hurt, and I don’t want it to hurt. But I’ve been told it is a form of mutilation. Secondly, the temperature has dropped about 20 degrees where I am. That makes my skin dry. I have scratched my legs bloody this evening, just trying to relieve the itch. I’m telling you all this, knowing full well I need to find some lotion. But it’s too late now. I’ve already done it.
    6. I think I have finally accepted the fact that I’m introverted. I used to battle it. I used to try to change it. Not anymore. It’s just who I am. And it’s not a bad thing.
    7. I know entirely too much about serial killers. Just an observation. But that also means I can pretty much review any case file and solve a crime. It’s true.
    8. I learned that I can cook all of the sides for one Thanksgiving dinner, plus two desserts, in about 2 hours if I don’t take breaks. This year, I made mashed potatoes, corn, butter beans, deviled eggs, broccoli casserole, peach cobbler, and peanut butter cheesecake (which was a “no bake” recipe, to be fair). Tip – put everything in a disposable aluminum pan. Your dishwasher will thank you.
    9. I learned this a long time ago, but it was reaffirmed this week – I don’t drink enough water. I shall remedy that this upcoming week. And just to piggyback on that, I also learned that I own too many Stanleys. I’ve been giving those bad boys out like candy.
    10. And lastly, I learned that I can no longer wear bras with wires. Ouch.

    Wherever you are – whatever you’re doing – however you’re coping – I hope you each have an amazing week. I hope the Lord blesses you and protects you and keeps you safe.

    Side note – I am not good at much, but I can pray. If you have a prayer request, please shoot me a message, or comment, or email. I would love to pray for/with you.

  • An Overthinking Raspberry

    Did you know it is actually a sin to overthink? As I grow in the Word, I’m finding out that once we give a situation to God, the only way to exercise trust in His answer is to stop worrying. The Bible even tells us not to be anxious or worry. It is a command. “Do not worry about tomorrow – for tomorrow will worry about itself…”

    If I am being brutally honest with myself, I have to be reminded, when I’m in my darkest moments, and in my deepest worry, that the opposite of faith is anxiety.

    And do you want to know the funniest part? Most of the things I worry about don’t even matter. I used to think that worrying about something prioritized it in my mind. I used to think that worrying was a way of controlling a situation.

    Nope.

    Worrying gives me something to do. But it doesn’t fix a thing.

    And while I know I can rely on God’s grace to carry me through moments of anxiety, I am learning that the whole “Let go and let God” is a real thing. And looking back, I could’ve saved myself a lot of gray hairs, sleepless nights, and tears, had I actually taken that to heart.

    Maybe these will serve as reminders to you. Or maybe they’re just reminders for me. Either way, below is a list of things I have resolved to no longer worry over.

    1. What people think about me – I used to worry about what people thought. I used to strive for perfection. I used to want the approval of others. I wanted to be liked. And I used to jump to my own defense when accused. I am no longer interested in that. The people who believe I have something to prove are just as flawed, just as broken, and some seem even less self-aware or willing to admit their own imperfections. So I don’t know why I ever bothered to mask who I really am, or strive to be better than “just me.” Those who have been critical of me are not the best example of…well…anything. And while I still catch myself occasionally wanting to clap back, I realize that I have already apologized to them, and I’m already forgiven by Him. I’m committed to accepting all of the blessings that other people don’t think I deserve.
    2. What I wear – I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I work from home. And I have a really REALLY well-paying job, and I am really good at it. I consider it an(other) answered prayer. But since my work does not require much travel or in-office presentation, I am welcome to roll out of bed, throw on my comfiest sweats, and plug away. My collection of sweatshirts has grown. I love my bedroom slippers. And I embrace the messy bun.
    3. Gossip – having been both the victim and the villain of it, I can say for certain that it benefits no one. Being nosy, saying hurtful things at someone else’s expense (even if they are “true”), or just participating in idle chatter? It reeks of immaturity, unfaithfulness, and lack of success in the lives of those who do it. I am no longer interested.
    4. Being a “yes” girl. I used to go along with things, agree to things, agree to pay for things, just to make other people happy. Not now. If I don’t want to do it, I’m not going to. I’m quickly approaching 40. I don’t care who gets upset about my hard nos. And no, it doesn’t make me difficult or hard to get along with. You’re more than welcome to do your thing. I just don’t want to be a part of it, and I’m not going to worry myself sick anymore over what other people want me to do.
    5. Keeping up with the newest music trends. I am a well-rounded listener. I grew up listening to Journey and Chicago and Fleetwood Mac. I fell in love with boy bands in the 90s. I love country, hip hop, some rock. My Spotify account would confuse the population at large. If I hear a song and I like it, I add it. If not, I move on. And I’m proud to say I have passed that onto my son, who plays guitar and loves many of the same artists that I do, along with some I do not know. We are not individuals if we all listen to the same things.
    6. Comparison. I know all too well how exhausting it can be to be around someone who has to be right about everything, who has never made a mistake, who puts one opinion over another. It’s exhausting. Life is hard. I hope we all make it. And truthfully, if we all counted our own blessings instead of worrying about what other people have that we want that we don’t have (I’ve confused myself just typing that), we would probably be better off anyway.
    7. Long lines. I will leave and order online so fast…
    8. Losing people. I have lost people that meant the world to me. And they valued me so little that they walked out of my life. And you know what? I survived. I made it. And I’m actually better off. I have more free time, more “me” time, more money, a lot less stress and sense of obligation, and even though I grieve those who have left – even though I understand why they left – and even though losing people has been my fault at times – I’m okay, and I will no longer be manipulated or challenged to accommodate people who not once reciprocated. Nothing I could’ve done would’ve made a bit of difference. I was blessed with a graceful, forgiving spirit. Others were not. And that’s okay, too.
    9. Arguing. I am not 100% “there” yet but I care a lot less about it these days. After way too many debates about truth v. opinion, fact v. fiction, feelings v. logic, I just don’t have the energy to fight anymore. Also, I don’t care. If you think the sky is green, if you think 2+2=5, it does. On a more personal note, if you think I’m a bad person, crazy, ugly, you’re right. Life became a lot easier when I figured out how to accept my flaws along with my good qualities. And when others don’t recognize the good, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. It means those people are determined to misunderstand me. But I’m not going to argue about it. Think what you want. Tell your friends. Away – far away – from me.
    10. Keeping up with the Joneses. I make more money than most people in my profession. Amazing job, phenomenal health insurance, a bonus every year. I am incredibly blessed. But I’ll be darned if I’m going to let anyone, ever again, even societal standards, dictate what I need and don’t need, or what I should or should not have. Life is about so much more than “stuff.” I am learning to love my uncluttered, simple, clean, quiet life.

    Maybe pain created all of this. Maybe my own mistakes created this. I like to think that the Lord gave me a sense of self-awareness recently, and boy, oh, boy – it has put my whole life into perspective. And I’m grateful.

    I’ll touch base with you guys next week. I’m going thrift shopping tomorrow. Maybe I’ll show you guys my treasures.

  • The Raspy Happy

    This week has been a vacation week for me, and I have enjoyed staying in. I started Christmas shopping, cleaned the house (a couple of times), spent some time with family, played with the puppy, and took a few naps. I got some good reading done and watched a few movies I’d wanted to see. It has been a good week.

    And on that note, I thought I would share a few small things that made me happy since my “staycation” started (RIP – gone too soon). It is better to count blessings.

    1. Coffee was made and served to me without my having to ask. That is true love.
    2. I found the perfect parking spot – twice this week.
    3. I got to go to bed without setting an alarm.
    4. Somewhat related – I curl up every night in a frigid bedroom with a toasty blanket. And given the fact that I didn’t have to set an alarm, it was a little extra special.
    5. I completed the Big Little Liars series and it was better than I anticipated.
    6. My gas tank was filled up, and I didn’t have to get out of my car. Call me spoiled.
    7. I had been on the lookout for this one particular brand of wine for about 3 months. Well, I found it at a local place, which means I didn’t have to pay bookoos extra for shipping. I bought six bottles. Do not worry – I am not a lush – I still have 5 left.
    8. Stanley tumblers are on sale at Academy. I only got one. I should’ve gotten more.
    9. I haven’t spent more than 30 minutes in the kitchen all week. Not having to cook is always a good time.
    10. I got some new boots to wear to church. I had a pair a while ago, but they were ruined by cat urine (it’s a really long story) and I had to toss them. I’d been keeping my eyes peeled for the same pair, but they were out of stock – until this week! The Black Friday sales are poppin’ online, and I found several deals. My son, if he isn’t spoiled enough, will be very happy when Christmas arrives.

    If you’re working this week, I pray it’s enough to keep the money rollin’ in but not so stressful that you can’t handle it. If you’re unable to work, I hope you’re doing something you love. If you’re sad, I encourage you to find happiness in the little things. In this life, sometimes that’s the best we can do. And that’s okay.

  • Evidence of a Thriving Raspberry

    Not all the time, but most of the time, the little goals we achieve – the ones that remind us that we’re human but still making it – matter more than crossing off the bigger goals. It may be that we’ve all learned not to reach for the moon because life kicks us in the crotch pretty regularly. Or it may be because some of us don’t think enough of ourselves to try harder.

    At any rate, and in an effort to be relatable, below is a list I’ve compiled over the last couple of weeks of small personal successes that have both satisfied me and kept me reaching:

    • As of yesterday, I’m caught up on all of the laundry.
    • I have logged into work on time every day and have even managed to get in some overtime (which means a bigger paycheck, and this close to Christmas? Yes, please).
    • Ozmond the Pup is completely kennel trained and hasn’t had an accident in a week.
    • I set a deadline to have all of the Christmas decorations up by November 1 (nobody tells me what to do so I don’t care if you think that’s too early) and BY GOLLY the tree, garland, wreath, stockings and wall decor are glowing beautifully. I went for a gingerbread theme.
    • My press-ons a/k/a fake nails a/k/a a cheap vice have stayed on for 6 days, which is great because I love the color and shape of these particular nails.
    • I paid off a credit card.
    • I am on track to finish the Bible in six months, finishing the first quarter on time.
    • I found, and have attended consistently, a church that I love. I haven’t made it through a service yet without sobbing, but that’s a goal for another time.
    • I located and purchased the serving platters I have wanted for a very long time, and they were ON SALE!
    • I have also refrained from opening and/or using any of the Christmas presents I have received by mail (for myself), including a Michael Kors bag and wallet I have coveted for several months. Only 6 weeks to go!
    • I perfected my son’s favorite lunch – a chicken Caesar wrap with a side of fruit and a treat. He has eaten a chicken wrap a day for the last two weeks, and every time, it’s “the best one so far.” Since my son is a picky eater, I count it a parenting win.
    • I filled all of the slots of the shadow box on my wall!
    • And finally, my sleep schedule is back on track (thanks to the time change) and I am getting adequate rest, and thereby, energy.

    If you’ve had any success in the last week or two, let’s celebrate together!

  • A Peeved Raspberry

    Good morning to my Raspberries.

    It has been a week.

    I think my days and nights are mixed up, and I find myself staying up later and later, and then sleeping halfway into the day. It will sort itself out, but for now, I’m enjoying the relaxation that comes with working from home and having no obligations outside of my home. Maybe the Lord knows that minor inconveniences would send me over the edge right now, so He’s allowing for prevention of that by keeping me at home.

    And on that note, I thought I’d let you a little more into my world by discussing some of those minor inconveniences. Does not everyone have pet peeves (some more than others, of course)?

    As a general rule, these are, in fact, pet peeves, but I would like to give credit to God for working on my heart lately, and reminding me that others are allotted the same grace He gives to me daily.

    1. That relieving moment you firmly believe your period is over, and then two days later, you find out it isn’t. Am I the only one who experiences this? Are my hormones off somehow? Do I need to get checked? Just asking.
    2. When I’m upset about something and someone tells me to “calm down.” Yes. That’s exactly what I needed. Thanks.
    3. Getting caught at every red light. In the little town where I live, there is a red light at every block, and for whatever reason, more often than not, I get caught at every single red light on the one-way anytime I go anywhere. Me no likey.
    4. A new hole in your favorite leggings. I bought this one pair of leggings from Sam’s probably 4 years ago. They were my favorite – stretchy, slimming, side pockets, ankle length. But since your girl’s thighs touch, I knew it would only be a matter of time before a seam ripped, due to general wear. I have parted ways with those leggings, but I wore them so often that the inside label was not legible. I don’t know the brand name, or even what size I bought, so I can’t replace them. Oh well…
    5. Teenaged drivers. Why do they think they own every road and parking lot? Just why? In no way do I profess to be a good driver. In fact, I’m not at all. But at least I’m courteous.
    6. A flat soft drink. Soda. Pop. Coke. I do drink a LOT of Dr. Pepper. I prefer bottles because I sip on one all day. But if I take too long to finish one and it goes flat. I, as the kids say, literally “can’t even.”
    7. Movie ads / commercials. In the mobile society in which we live these days, I can catch your plugs on social media. Please stop interrupting my Criminal Minds episodes to show me the newest Ninja. I like my crock pot and ioncurr.
    8. Smudges and fingerprints on stainless steel appliances. Scrub and scrub and scrub and wipe down and still smudges. Does anyone have any tips for this?
    9. Breaking a nail when there is no glue in sight. I can’t tell you the number of sets of nails I have had to dispose of because I break a nail and don’t have any glue to reattach it to my actual fingernail. I have not been diagnosed with OCD, but I have a thing about symmetry. I like for things to be even. So if I break a nail and can’t immediately correct the problem, I take the rest of my nails off. I can’t stand it. I did this yesterday, actually, and that’s okay, I guess, because I was able to pick another color this morning and put on a fresh set. But still…
    10. The four little baby hairs at the top of my forehead. It’s new hair growth, which is a good thing, because I shed like a German Shepherd. But the new hair is so short and fine that I can’t stick it on a barrette with my bangs. It’s a good thing I don’t go out much, because it just ends up looking silly.

    I am here to listen. If you need to vent, discuss your own peeves, ask questions, cry – consider doing so to a total stranger – one who will not judge, one who can probably relate, and one who will lift you up in prayer. Send me an email – raspberryicedm@outlook.com.

    Be safe this weekend.

  • Raspberry Therapy Homework

    I have been tasked to identify myself outside of my everyday roles.

    I’m a mother, daughter, employee, aunt, and a great many other things.  But apparently, those are just titles – not “me.”

    I am 38 years old.  And I have no idea who I am.

    I can use various adjectives to describe myself – introverted, kind, witty, sensitive, anxious, melancholy.  

    But I’m not sure if I am actually introverted, or if I have been forced into introversion because I don’t have friends.  I am not sure if I am actually kind or if I do kind things so that other people will like me.  I often wonder if the wit I possess was learned as I began defending myself against every critic that exists in my life.  I probably would not be so sensitive or anxious if I were more confident in myself and my choices.  And I probably wouldn’t be melancholy if I saw a light at any dark tunnel I seem to face every day of my life.  And yet again – do I create the dark tunnels?

    I can tell you things I like – animals, writing, coffee, bubble baths, crime shows.

    And I can even tell you things I look for when choosing friends, or what I looked for when choosing partners – a sense of humor, intelligence, a good work ethic, and for the men in my life, biceps and a beard.

    The irony is that the qualities I value in a person are not values I currently hold.  I would not say I am an honest person.  I cannot call myself loyal.  I wouldn’t even describe myself as selfless.  But those are qualities I treasure.

    And I can’t say I have ever been “at peace.”  There always seems to be something to worry about these days.  

    The roles I am supposed to set aside to complete this essay are ironically things that bring me joy – I love my kids, and I love being a mom, even if I have failed Lexi and Jameson in so many aspects.  I love being a paralegal, and I think I am pretty good at my job. I love being an aunt to my baby nieces and nephews, even if I don’t see them often.  But it all sort of begs the question – does playing those parts really make me happy, or do I just think they “should” make me happy?

    I question everything about myself, all the time.  I wonder if my thoughts are my own or if they’re from some evil that is deeply rooted in me – an evil that needs me to remain insecure and weak and dishonest so that I continue to do its work, burning bridges one bad decision and one failed relationship at a time.

    I think, at my very core, I just want to be accepted.  I want to be enough.  And since I’m not, I tend to change my bells and whistles based on what others expect from me.

    And I have chosen to isolate myself, in part, so that I don’t hurt anyone else, but also so that I can figure out who I am when the expectations of others are off the table.  And I am working on it, but I’m not there yet. 

    So I can’t explain who I am.  The best I can offer is who I want to be.

    I want to be someone who smiles more than she cries.  I want to be able to walk into a room, head up and back straight.  I want to possess the discipline it takes to keep a schedule, to lose weight, and to resist impulses and avoid destructive behavior.  I want to be able to finish things I start.  I want to be the type of person who can find the silver lining in any tough situation, who can remain positive without the need for external validation.  I want to be independent because I choose it, not because it is required due to lack of friendships or other support.  I want to be someone who helps others genuinely instead of out of guilt.

    I want to be able to say to strangers, “Hi, I’m Meg.  I’m 38.  I’m a work from home paralegal.  I make pretty good money, but I’m in too much debt to enjoy most of what I make.  I devote the majority of my time to my son.  But when I have free time, I use it to catch up on t.v., read the Bible, eat Oreos, and overthink.  I’m pretty lonely.  And I don’t trust anyone enough to talk about my own problems, but I would never judge anyone else who wanted to discuss theirs with me.  Any takers?”

    And maybe someday, someone will find all of that acceptable, and I will finally be able to say I have a friend.

  • Raspberry Revelations

    I used to have a “good enough” complex.

    Let me explain what I mean.

    I wanted to be liked so badly, fit in so badly, and be “good enough” so badly, that I would change myself to suit the expectations of others.

    Examples:

    If someone I wanted to spend time with said his/her salary was “x,” I would spend like I made the same amount, or even say I made the same amount. I didn’t want that person to look down on me because I made less money, or feel like I expected favors. I wanted to be “good enough.”

    If one of my friends wanted to go see a scary movie, I would go, knowing full well I do not like scary movies. But I wanted to fit. I wanted to be included, invited, etc. I wanted to be “good enough.”

    Several years ago, someone I cared about made a comment about my weight. I think the exact words were, “How did you get so heavy?” I immediately stopped eating. I wanted to be “good enough.”

    I used to find my worth in the opinions of other people. I used to need approval to feel worthy.

    And those are just a few scenarios.

    So you can imagine how difficult it would be to figure out who I am, even after 38 years.

    I am starting from scratch. I’m relearning lots of things. I look at the smallest situations now, and think to myself, “Wait…do I actually like this? Or did I just say once that I liked it?”

    And even typing all of this now – I know it’s silly.

    So, without fear of being judged by anyone, because, well, I don’t know who even reads these, let me try to list a few very true things about your Raspberry:

    • I am learning how to resist impulses. Having been someone who usually thinks about what “feels good” for 5 minutes rather than the long term consequences, I am praying that demon off of me daily. I don’t know what God’s plan is for my life. But I sure don’t want to miss it because I mistook peace for boredom and did something stupid instead of thinking ahead.
    • I am kind. I am so many terrible things – or – rather – I have developed so many terrible habits over 38 years. But I am not an unkind person. In fact, when someone is unkind to me, I tend to accept their opinion as truth, and that’s probably part of where this “good enough” complex came from in the first place. I’ll buy someone else something – clothes, a good meal, whatever – before I ever consider getting something I want. I take care of people who are sick. I forgive even when people are not sorry. And unfortunately, that has made me a doormat in a lot of ways, but it’s hard to regret being kind.
    • I am a 90% all-animal lover. Exceptions? Squirrels, aggressive birds and snakes. (I’ve had some experiences with squirrels that prevent the statement “I love all mammals.” I’ll tell you another day.)
    • I enjoy marshmallow Peeps. You know, the chicks and bunnies you get at Easter? And actually I know they also make them in ghosts and pumpkins at Halloween. I used to say they were nasty, but I do enjoy them. And it’s a snack that no one I know likes all that much, so I don’t have to share them when I find them, and that’s a plus. At least to me.
    • I love to sleep. I love my bed. I stay up later now than I ever have, but I love not having to set an alarm and just waking up when I want.
    • I’m a recovering procrastinator. I’m really praying about this, and I’m working on it. The issue is not motivation. It’s discipline. I find that I get more done under pressure, yet I don’t like to be pressured. A living, breathing, walking contradiction.
    • I drink 2 Dr. Peppers a day. I don’t “guzzle” drinks by any stretch, but I nurse Dr. Pepper off and on all day. And I prefer them at room temperature. Is that gross? Oh well, this about me, not you.
    • I will never again be the type of woman who enjoys dressing up. I find the phrase, “If you look good, you feel good” to be untrue, at least personally. I think dress clothes are uncomfortable. I believe heels were designed by men who don’t have to wear them (I don’t know if that’s true, but it is a valid theory). I never feel better about myself than when I’m in a pair of leggings, a big sweatshirt, and my bedroom slippers. I’ll do my hair and my make up, but I don’t want to wear a dress. I don’t even like wearing jeans anymore.
    • I said earlier that I don’t like horror films, and that is true, but a serial killer documentary, or a new Dateline episode or 48 Hours, or even a dramatization about a crime – like the new Ed Gein series or the Dahmer or Ted Bundy series – I love those. I think what I enjoy most is learning about the minds of these people.
    • I don’t like where I live. Not the house itself – it’s really nice and I do like it. The best parts are that it is decorated how I want, clean, and I have a huge bedroom. But I live in America, in the South – and I don’t like it. Be on the lookout in the future for tales of a move. I am still researching and planning. And praying, of course. I pray a lot these days, and it’s been so beneficial.

    And on this path to self-discovery, please keep an eye out for more “get to know me” posts. We can learn more about me. Together.

    Sleep well, my Raspberries…