I used to say that I didn't mind admitting when I was wrong—if it ever happened. But that's not true.
Keeping no records of wrongs means agreeing to live with the consequences of another's sinful behavior.
At the core of who I am, I am petty and spiteful; impatient and unkind.
I used to be that person. The person who ever so noticeably avoided the candy aisle around mid-February, and who sometimes ate drive through tacos alone on Fridays. I was the girl who talked herself into going on bad dates because I was afraid of dying alone. I dreaded any functions that required me to … Continue reading Lonely Hearts Club
Let's face it. Valentine's Day can be really taxing. There's pressure from all sides. For those in an undefined relationship, there's pressure to commit. For those in a committed relationship, there's pressure to out-buy, and out-perform. Finally, for those who aren't in relationships, there's the onslaught of happily committed couples around every corner, oozing affection, … Continue reading For Daniel: Year Two, The Story of Us
I swear, I'm not anti-social. In fact, I need socialization. I crave belonging, and I long for friendship, conversation and laughter like anyone else. I just do socialization a little differently than you do.
Vanity, pride, and a deep love for pretty things bred a severe self-loathing at my mediocrity. Anyone smarter, lovelier and more talented was automatically categorized as "enemy"—specially favored and preferred by God.