I’ve been thinking a lot lately about control. The things I can control. The things I can’t. Recently, I told Chad that my brain feels like a big ball of yarn all tangled up with the things that I’m trying to figure out. (read: wishing I could control.) Unfortunately, I am all too aware that...
It occurred to me recently that every act of bravery I’ve ever taken, began with a simple, bold “yes”. Courage came in a moment, sweeping through me with a strength of an ocean wave and accompanied by a confidence that, on most days, is foreign to me. In the moment of the “yes” I am...
I sat in the living room today, with irrational tears streaming down my face, and put words to the thoughts that have been playing on repeat in my mind for far too long. Chad, patient as always, sat across from me and listened, as I tossed words into the atmosphere hoping they might bounce back to me with...
I like mornings the best. The sun still sits low behind the horizon. Darkness surrounds me while little people are still taking deep breaths in quiet sleep. There are no voices yet telling me what I should think. What I should wear. What I should eat. How I should live. No voices telling me who...
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I struggle with control. Good reminders of what we can control. Needed this today. Thanks for sharing
Thank you, Christie. . . It’s always nice to hear that I’m not the only one. 🙂