I’ve learned to shy away from things that allow me to track my daily failures. You know what I mean, I’m sure. I’m talking about those handy apps that let you make lists of all the things you intend to accomplish in a day, like these. While such things are well-intentioned, I’m sure, and high-performing…
Today I’m over at my friend Ginger’s blog. Ginger writes about how the difficult moments in our lives can become our defining–and even shining–moments, if we can only see God in them. Join me there? If you are in your twenties, thirties, or even forties, there’s a good chance you’ve survived a move or two,…
I’m sitting in my brand-new local Panera Bread (which has an outlet in every single booth, praise Jesus) writing this. I have a pile of books, my Moleskine notebook of the moment, my laptop, and a big iced tea (unsweetened – the South hasn’t got me yet). Most importantly, I have time. Hours of it….
It seems like the word “self-care” is on everyone’s lips right now. The last two books I read, Own Your Life by Sally Clarkson and The Fringe Hours by Jessica Turner (you should probably stop reading this post right now and go read both of them), emphasize the importance of self-care, of intentionally building in…
I’ve resumed getting up at 5 o’clock every morning, which is both awful and wonderful. Awful because it is just stinkin’ early. Wonderful because the house is so peaceful and quiet, with everyone else still asleep, and I can just be for a little while. What do I do at 5 a.m.? I journal (see…
This week has hinted at spring. Yes, hinted, like a whisper you hear over your shoulder. “I’m coming,” it says. “I’m on my way.” Even though we had snow on Tuesday, it was all gone by Wednesday night. Today, it was 60 degrees and the kind of windy that will send you running across a…