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Lizard Brain

I started this post a long time ago but Googling “lizard brain” took me clicking from website to website like a hungry learner on crack. I’m proud to finally be writing something. Over the weekend I read, Poke the Box. In the book, Seth Godin refers to some work by Steven Pressfield and what he

Mondays Are Great!

I’m starting to see a startling trend: Mondays are forever difficult days for me. The clock is slower, the meetings are longer, and the topics are harder. But I’ve never been one to take crap from any day of the week, not even you Monday! So this is it. Today is going to be great!

Mondays Are Great!

I’m starting to see a startling trend: Mondays are forever difficult days for me. The clock is slower, the meetings are longer, and the topics are harder. But I’ve never been one to take crap from any day of the week, not even you Monday! So this is it. Today is going to be great!

The Rules of Improv

Thanks to a surprise gift from a friend, I’m reading Bossypants by Tina Fey. I hate book reviews so I won’t make you read a play by play about each chapter I complete (I’ll save that for dinner conversation with my husband- he’ll like that!). But still, there is one section in the book that

The Rules of Improv

Thanks to a surprise gift from a friend, I’m reading Bossypants by Tina Fey. I hate book reviews so I won’t make you read a play by play about each chapter I complete (I’ll save that for dinner conversation with my husband- he’ll like that!). But still, there is one section in the book that

Pep Talk Fail

Still. The silence in the room is the closest to contentment that I’ve felt in… a while. I haven’t made quiet space to allow deep breathing for me to just be me (whatever that means). I’m fried. Each day I start out with a pep talk: I can do it. Then as each minute of

Pep Talk Fail

Still. The silence in the room is the closest to contentment that I’ve felt in… a while. I haven’t made quiet space to allow deep breathing for me to just be me (whatever that means). I’m fried. Each day I start out with a pep talk: I can do it. Then as each minute of

I Chose Sad

I’m writing tonight about something that has been on my mind for quite some time. I’ve considered writing about it but never had the energy to put it into something comprehendible. For the past 7 years, I’ve been involved in student ministry in some capacity. My involvement in the ministry stems largely from the value

I Chose Sad

I’m writing tonight about something that has been on my mind for quite some time. I’ve considered writing about it but never had the energy to put it into something comprehendible. For the past 7 years, I’ve been involved in student ministry in some capacity. My involvement in the ministry stems largely from the value

Enter: new season.

Each time she pushed the thin gray layer of bangs back from her forehead, I was sure they were going to fall back in an asymmetrical lump above her eyes. But they didn’t. They sprang gently back to resting on her forehead in perfect spacing. And then I wondered how much younger she would look