I have an odd habit of counting as I walk up stairs. I'm not counting each stair, I'm not counting time, I'm just counting. Can't tell you why, I just do, so don't worry if you hear whispers as I climb stairs. I may be a little weird but I am okay... When I take … Continue reading A Plight of Stairs
I have a pride problem. God is working with me on that. So I am trying to be more mindful of what I am proud of, how I use the word proud/prideful, overall, just observing how pride rises up in me or in my surroundings. A couple years ago, Jordan Peterson tweeted something about something … Continue reading Independence Day Reflection
I must vent... Pregnancy brain, mommy brain, whatever this jello inside my skull is doing, has confused me to no avail.
As an adult, this word means almost nothing to me. But, as a child hearing the word "revolutionary" sparked imaginative feelings of drive and innovation. I want to change the world! Teachers and adults were always pushing the idea onto us (as children). This directive was loud and clear. I MUST change the world!