Here’s the deal: I don’t want to be vulnerable. I don’t want to put myself out past my comfort zone. I don’t want to tell the boy I like them. I don’t want to jump anymore. I don’t want to be the person who does the thing first. I don’t want to be strong or… Continue reading I’m STILL real.
I did something I haven’t done in a long while today. I walked. Now, I know what you’re thinking “Meg, you walk everyday.” It’s true, but not like I used too. Back when I lived in Orange County my friends nicknamed me Moses, because sometimes, when I would get home meandering somewhere in my rainbows… Continue reading anxiety does not = brokenness
I don’t think I talk about my faith a lot. I think I try to live it, I try to let what I do speak for who I am. I try to be kind, try to treat people how I would want to be treated. I try, to the best of my ability to make… Continue reading Figuring out the silence
I’ve been in Bellingham for two years this weekend. That’s insane. I kind of can’t even fathom it. That I’ve been here for two years with all the ups and downs and tantrums (by myself and by toddlers). I’ve learned more here then I can articulate. The main thing being, I am very, very glad… Continue reading You were only waiting for this moment to arrive
To my Royal Family, I put off writing this as long as I could, mainly because I didn’t want to start crying. So, obviously writing this on an airplane is something that sounded right. I’ve been closing my week of royal family out for the last 4-5 years or so with a letter to you,… Continue reading To my Royal family 2017
A day or so into camp I was asked if I’d write a letter from the perspective of a camper. I got teary-eyed just contemplating the words I’d scratch on paper. There are a few key things that get me every year at camp. So I took a couple mornings in the gazebo and part… Continue reading To my counselor: a letter
I have a mere five days left as the lead teacher to 16 two year olds. I’ll be taking six of them to continue the journey in preschool. But, man, two year olds. They are all the things. And I’ve loved them. So though they will probably never read this, this is a letter to them.… Continue reading to my 2 year olds; with love, teacher meg