"Despite everything that is happening, what is something that gives you JOY this week?" texted a friend. I was in a semi-funk, had stayed up until 1AM the night before reading WAY too many conspiracy theories and research studies and everything Covid19, and woke up feeling a little...blah. Not good. Not bad. Just blah. My friend's question - pffffft; how dare she[...]
If you're starting to feel the weight of the forced quarantining current social distancing, I want you to know that I have been there too. It was much before COVID19 hit, but it brings me back to a time where the quietness was unbearable, and the isolation was intense. If this is you today: I want to remind you to take heart, keep faith, and with a heaping tablespoon[...]
What a week. One minute, life is merry and happy go lucky. The next? Everything is on lockdown. Everyone is freaking out. And every grocery store is out of toilet paper, water, and from my experience today, apparently purple cabbage too. Seriously - what's with the purple cabbage shortage?! Ah; yes. #COVID19. In which people frantically (and sometimes aimlessly and q[...]
I'll bet you you primarily clicked on this link because your bloodhound nose was like *SNIFFS* "SHE'S GOING TO TALK ABOUT CORONAVIRUS!", eh? ;) If you want a couple of fear mongering paragraphs with a mortality rate, you're in the wrong spot. Or, if you're on the opposite end of the spectrum, and assume that because I think more on the "functional" end of medicine/he[...]
"I NEED YOUR HELP. BEFORE I FREAK OUT," A frantic text popped up on my phone's group chat labeled "The Sisterhood Triangle", as I was cleaning my room/having a Spotify #partay. 3 of us are in that chat. I prepared for the worst. I sat down, waiting for the grey speech bubble to finish (Sidenote: Raise your hand if you've ever dealt w/conflict or an anticipated res[...]
There's someone sitting in this room...and your family has been faithfully PRAYING for you to come home. Someone in here NEEDS to go home. Little did I know - as I sat front row, dead and center in the church's auditorium, hair messy, running clothes still damp from sweat - that those words were being spoken to me. I always thought of a prodigal as purely the[...]
Sometimes, I wish I could go back in time, and talk some sense into my 17 year old self. I’m sure I’ll feel that way 5 years from now about my now 22 yr. old self. 😉 I’ve been drafting a blog post on why I no longer abide by my chronic, perfect, pure “Vegan diet”. And it got me thinking about just how far I’ve come from who I used to be. I can close my[...]