All I wanted to do today was sit in my favorite bar and write about how I don’t like pumpkin spice lattes. I wanted to write about not liking them and fall and the darkness that it brings. I wanted to write about the changing of seasons. But, all I can think about right now… Continue reading I don’t like pumpkin spice lattes
The last time I felt anger was the middle of June when I shouted the F word multiple times in my work wife’s car. The emotion of anger hides hurt and confusion and usually, disbelief. This morning in church I felt anger. It wasn’t the anger of June. It was the anger that I felt… Continue reading But what else is in the waiting?
I baked a cake on Saturday. I had this urge when I woke up early Saturday morning to attempt to bake a cake. Yes, I said attempt. I used to be a from a box cake baker, blasphemy I know, but when I was in Spain and was going to make a wedding cake, obviously… Continue reading lemon blueberry cake life lessons
To those new to my blog, or to those who don’t know why I blog. I blog (not all the things) but a lot of them to remind you, that the things you feel inside or hear or want to act on–are probably not true. The things that feel the most ugly or hopeless or… Continue reading The mold that kept returning.
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