Broken Angels (Christmas Visions Part 3)
I know, my angel friends, life is tough. We need some super glue to put us back together.
I know, my angel friends, life is tough. We need some super glue to put us back together.
Deep down, I am a little crazy…. or maybe I should say still a little crazy. It is hard to say what level of crazy I am, but I know it is less crazy than I used to be. I was so good at hiding the crazy for so long I actually had myself convinced the crazy wasn’t there…. until it was […]
The world needs you, but you don’t have to carry the weight of it.
Every day is a battle. Every day I fight to keep the mess inside and be better. Every day I fight the lies of who I feel myself to be with a grasping at who I am made to be.
There is blessing in waiting for an ultra sound to indicate another child is lost; there is blessing in the graveyard spattered with names I love; and there is blessing in the moments of failure. These are blessings I have known in seasons very different from today. They are the blessings that have convinced me life is full of beauty.
While watching the many acts during a Pirate’s Voyage pre-show, I was struck by the balancing act: partially because I was thinking you could never pay me enough to try that and partially because balance is truly an impressive skill. It can be so easy to put too much weight or apply too much pressure to one side and not […]
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 […]
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.
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 […]
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?