This is a story about control, my control Control of what I say, control of what I do And this time I’m gonna do it my way I hope you enjoy this as much as I do Are we ready? I am ‘Cause it’s all about control And I’ve got lots of it. – Janet (Miss Jackson, if you’re nasty) Back in November of last year, I read posts by a lot of folks in…
Hey, friends! Today launches a new series that’s been kicking around in my head for a couple months – “52 Facets of Beauty.” Each week for the next 52 weeks, I’ll be posting a photo of some facet of me. Could be part of my physical body, an object that represents an aspect of my life, or a particular place that tells something about me. What links all these things will be the fact that…
The following story is true. I’m not a good enough writer to make this kind of stuff up. I never bargained on being in the belly of the whale. At that point, my life was pretty great. I was 24, working in my first job out of college and having a great time. I had a great mentor in my boss, a good working environment, an apartment I shared with my best friend from high…
I hang out with an awesome group of women on Wednesday nights. I am the oldest of the group (shocker…) and their leader, for lack of a better term. Mainly, that means I select the books or passages we read and try to keep us on track in our conversations. Both tasks are harder than you would think. I just came back from one of our meetings, uplifted and encouraged by what God is doing…
I have a crush on my kickboxing instructor. Physically, he’s exactly my type – tall, blonde, gangly, kind of goofy looking. Just the kind of man I’ve been falling for since I was 14. He’s crazy intense during these classes, getting up in our faces and urging us to push harder, kick higher, run faster than we thought we could. Since I’m just a wee bit competitive, I turn into a kickboxing demon when faced…