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Two weeks ago I was struggling to put words together to state my opinion on the face mask issue.
I don’t understand how face masks have become a political issue. From my research, seems to be pretty cut and dry about protecting my neighbor if I’m unknowingly carrying the COVID-19 virus and my neighbor extending me the same kindness.
Continue reading “Confessions of a Privileged Sheep”
Every time I fly, I low-key pray I might meet my future husband.
Last July, when flying home from my best friend’s wedding, I did.
He had been in Colorado for a friend’s wedding too.
He sat in the aisle seat opposite of me one row back. Thin build, with light brown hair, glasses, and an unapologetic hipster vibe, it wasn’t love at first sight.
Continue reading “I Met My Future Husband on a Flight”
I’ve never been a planner. I don’t know what my life will look like 5 hours from now let alone 5 years—except maybe spending more money on goal making planners that collect dust because my lack of planning is only bested by my ability to give up easily.
Still, this past December, I put in another good college try with a goal planner because 2020 was going to be different. I can’t write that sentence without laughing—hindsight is 20/20—hahaha—I crack myself up.
Continue reading “Be Still”
Blankets are my love language. If you give me a blanket, I will be forever grateful and find a place for it.
Four different cozy throw blankets hang off the end of my bed. I keep one between my bed and the wall because it doesn’t go with my color scheme, but it’s soft and needed sometimes at night. I’ve draped two additional blankets over the chair in the corner of my room.
I’m cold natured, and the blankets are like a hug of warmth and comfort.
Fifteen years ago today, April 10, 2005, I was driving home from church on a two lane highway going 55 MPH. I topped a hill and saw headlights in my lane. My heart sank. My sister was in the car too. I sighed and whispered her name.
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Jesus, I need help. Nothing is certain right now. I’m trying to fight against the fear, but I’m tired.
I also might be spending too much time letting BuzzFeed guess my age based on my choices of Disney movies or my quarantine routine. My current quarantine routine pinning me as a 40-year-old did not help with my anxiety.
I don’t know where to begin, Jesus.
Our Father…
Continue reading “Dear Jesus, I Need Your Help”
When filling out paperwork at the doctor’s office, I always hesitate how to answer the occupation question.
I am paid to dress up like a pirate and lie to children about being a member of Captain Jack Sparrow’s crew while painting their faces in the likeness of Captain Hook or Captain Jack himself or mermaids.
That doesn’t fit in the space provided.
My official title is Pirate Master, and I’ve just come to terms with the fact that in Central Florida people accept Pirate as a legit job description. If they don’t, it makes for a fun conversation.
I’m the most unlike Christ when I’m driving.
Put me behind a wheel, and I become entitled, impatient, and angry.
I guess those emotions are always inside me, but that’s a topic for another day.
This week I was driving to a friend’s house and used Apple Maps which was my first mistake. Never use Apple Maps.
While my eyes and big forehead and less than toned arms top a long list of things about my body that make me self-conscious, I can’t remember ever having a problem with my mouth.
In the words of an anthropomorphic cucumber, “I love my lips!”
My fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Zimmer, told me I had great lips and that people pay to have full lips like mine. Being ten and naive, I believed her.
Still, lipstick scares me.
In 13 Going on 30, Jennifer Garner’s character, Jenna, promised me a life full of fun, romance, and success by time I turned thirty.
Thirty, flirty, and thriving.
Some magic dust and a birthday wish granted her the opportunity to fast forward from being an awkward 13-year-old straight to an awesome 30-year-old with a successful career, a love life, and her own apartment.
Well I turned 30 in July, and same.
My successful career involves being a pirate at a theme park and making enough money to qualify for financial hardship in the eyes of the government so that I can have lower monthly payments on my student loans and maybe pay off the interest by the time I’m 40.
The longest relationship I’ve been in is with my iPhone 5s—we were together for 2 years and 3 months before I upgraded to the 7.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.” Oscar Wilde
I’ve always been good at finding patterns making it easy for me to recognize the destructive cycle my life has sunk into over the last few weeks.
I put up a good fight for five days a week. I try my best to stay positive in an environment engulfed in negativity.