I had a plan. I really, really did have a plan when I was 17. At first, I wasn't sure if I was going to college, but once I was sure, I started making my plan. I'm going to have a gap year to save up money for tuition, working my butt off at three … Continue reading The Plans God Laughs At
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Beauty’s Beholder
To set the scene: it's 2015, I'm a fresh high school grad, working at McDonalds to save up money for college next year. I'm working the drive-thru window, been at work since 4am, and it's only 9:30 am. There are still six hours left on my shift and my feet are already aching. I'm powering through, … Continue reading Beauty’s Beholder
Our Walls of Thorns
When I moved to Tennessee as a kid, my parents bought a property with a creek bed running through it. This creek bed was severely overgrown, it hadn’t been maintained for many years, if at all. In the creek, there were tons of vines growing on the trees, choking out all the plants, sucking the … Continue reading Our Walls of Thorns
Our Lines in the Sand are Walls of Stone
Have you ever had to cut someone out of your life? I have. Many, many times. And I've heard more than once that cutting someone completely out of your life is rude or cold-hearted. I've been told that it is a sign of being toxic and fickle. Which is absolute bullsh**, because cutting someone out … Continue reading Our Lines in the Sand are Walls of Stone
What Heals Wounds
Ripping the Bandaid Off of Your Fears I have heard many, many times in my life that telling people your issues and fears is scary and painful. We always feel that revealing our weaknesses will cause us to be in pain and suffer unimaginable consequences, so we hold them close and cover them up, even … Continue reading What Heals Wounds
A Little Poetry for the Soul
Sometimes I write poetry, to calm my thoughts. I have a notebook full of couplets and limericks about the most emotional times in my life, words I never spoke out loud. I've heard many people say they hate poetry, but I don't think poetry has to rhyme all the time. My older brother, who's major … Continue reading A Little Poetry for the Soul
Just Look for the Blonde 