I want you to be happy. Really.

Y’all notice the “support other women” movement happening over the last few years? It’s louder than ever. You can barely scroll any social media outlet twice without seeing posts, verses, and memes about women encouraging women. I don’t know where the sentiment comes from and, seemingly suddenly, why it’s a thing, but I don’t care.Continue reading “I want you to be happy. Really.”

Sorry I’m Late…

“Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to come.” Have y’all seen that? It’s how I’ve been feeling about TILTs and posting until I can get this week behind me. Whew! I bought myself this book to start next week, but I couldn’t wait. I’m about 15 pages in, and there are so many gems, IContinue reading “Sorry I’m Late…”

Counting The Minutes

I’m tired. Really tired. Are y’all? I never want to wish my life away at all, and I try not to want time to hurry up, but I’m ready for this break. There will be no girlbossing starting Friday. I anticipate only girlresting, girlreading, and of course, some girldrinking. I’ve got mimosa and spiked hotContinue reading “Counting The Minutes”

It’s more than just coffee!

When I come into the kitchen in the morning, my coffee is already made. Keith fixes up the pot while he makes his espresso in his machine. Although sort of a tiny thing, it feels peaceful. I feel loved. The day to come may be filled with absolute madness, but in that moment, all isContinue reading “It’s more than just coffee!”

Vulnerability Is Terrifying

“Vulnerability is terrifying.” That was the first line of a meme I saw this morning. So true. To be authentic takes vulnerability, and because it truly is terrifying to put yourself out there, that may explain why people don’t seem very “real” these days. They’re scared. I think people are walking around with their guardsContinue reading “Vulnerability Is Terrifying”

Sick of Shiny

I am a collector of quotes. I like inspirational sayings, motivating verses, and passages that hit home. I have a whole Pinterest board related to them, as well as various and sundry clippings, post-its, and cut outs of gems that struck a chord. But sometimes I get sick of shiny. I don’t want to seeContinue reading “Sick of Shiny”