#lovewins…. Does it really?
Is love winning? It should be.
THIS IS NOT THE END…. YOU CAN START AGAIN
As I ran past the caboose on my running trail, the yard limit sign, and the stop painted on the ground, I thought about how we can feel everything is telling us that it is time to give up on a job, a spouse, our faith, or ourselves.
THE STRUGGLE IS REAL
People like to see something attainable. We like to see that models have stretch marks and leaders can make small mistakes or admit struggles.
GREAT EXPECTATIONS
The expectations we place on ourselves and others have a major impact on our level of contentment. I began to reflect on this after looking up all my half marathon finish times the other day. The December of my senior year in college, I ran my first half marathon. I hated it. I thought I was so slow, and it was […]
JUST ANOTHER DAY
As an imperfect perfectionist, one of my biggest problems is that I can NEVER do enough. I don’t mean this in an overly dramatic sense. I literally cannot physically do enough to accomplish everything that I feel should be done in a day. Two major factors in my life make this particularly true: my job and my children. These two factors entered my […]
SO MUCH DEPENDS UPON………….
I felt anxiety rush over me this morning. I was reading the words from the comment section of a post I had done for my cousin’s blog.* Actually, I might not be able to say I was reading the words. I mean, I was reading the words, but in the transmission from my eyes to my brain the words changed from what they […]
TESTING THE STANDARDS
It is time to reconsider the standards we judge ourselves against if they are so low that they prevent us from excelling or so high that, regardless of our efforts, we are left feeling inadequate.
WEARY WOMEN
I am tired. I am really, really tired. It takes a lot of energy to be a woman. I am tired of hating how my butt looks in my jeans, worn out with wishing for bigger breasts and drained by considering how every bite of food will effect my thighs. I am exaggerating, but only a little. A woman is expected to […]
IN DEFENSE OF NOTHING
Every petty inch of me wanted to defend myself in a sarcastic manner similar to what I have done here.
GRACE UNDER PRESSURE
There are more lessons to create, more papers to grade, more parent emails to answer, more meetings to attend, more papers to grade, more standardized tests to prepare non standard students for, and, of course, more papers to grade.
When I grade the papers, every error I mark is either me failing to teach well enough, or the students failing. If the students are failing, aren’t I still failing?