I was recently asked in front of a group of women what I look for in a friend. I stumbled around in an attempt to sound somewhat holy (or at least reflective) until I finally said, "I guess I just like them."
I was recently asked in front of a group of women what I look for in a friend. I stumbled around in an attempt to sound somewhat holy (or at least reflective) until I finally said, "I guess I just like them."
I woke up every morning last week thinking, “I have got to write something today.” It didn't feel like pressure. It just felt like reality. Like I needed to get my thoughts and feelings down on some kind of paper. When I feel like that – like I have to write or else I will suffocate – it’s usually because I’m trying to hide.
I woke up every morning last week thinking, “I have got to write something today.” It didn't feel like pressure. It just felt like reality. Like I needed to get my thoughts and feelings down on some kind of paper. When I feel like that – like I have to write or else I will suffocate – it’s usually because I’m trying to hide.
Well. I made it to 30. And so far it's pretty good. And not so terribly unfamiliar. I'm still me. I just wanted to check in one more time and update you on the #30in30. This will be my final report. Then I'll just get on with being 30 and you can get on with being whatever age you are, and we don't have to keep talking about it.
Well. I made it to 30. And so far it's pretty good. And not so terribly unfamiliar. I'm still me. I just wanted to check in one more time and update you on the #30in30. This will be my final report. Then I'll just get on with being 30 and you can get on with being whatever age you are, and we don't have to keep talking about it.
If you've been around here (or been around me) for any length of time, you know that laughter is one of my very favorite things. There is something really, really genuine about it. You cannot fake a good laugh. But you also cannot suppress it. It's ever-so-slightly out of our conscious control, which gives it a power beyond words. It is an expression of something deeper, a communication of something stronger. It is evidence of emotion and life and depth that can be known and shared but never explained.
Today is my half birthday. Don't worry about gifts. Or cards. Or candles. Or singing. Or even texting. I'll just understand your silence on the matter to be your speechless excitement. Only kidding.
Last night, I had a lengthy and serious seriously hilarious conversation via text message about ducks. Yep, that's right. Ducks. One duck in particular. This weekend, I house-sat for my parents who live in the country. That means that house-sitting involves caring for their 2 geriatric dogs, 19 chickens + 1 rooster, 2 horses and 20 ducks. I recruited some friends for backup, and we enjoyed a relaxing weekend in the country between our morning and evening chores.
“Do you think you can run again?” she asked me. Our feet sloshed in soaked shoes, and we had just scaled a short wall. When I had started to walk, she had slowed, wordlessly, to match my pace. We were doing a 5k called the “Wipeout Run.” It was hilarious. It was messy. It was exhausting. And it was so fun!
