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Reflections on Consumption
I don’t regard myself as driven by consumption. I like to think I spend modestly and responsibly. However, I get antsy during the week if several days pass without a trip to the grocery, big box store or nursery. I begin to invent reasons why I need to shop. As I sit to reflect on my motivation and assess that all my needs are met, I get overwhelmed with self-disgust. I see that materialism permeates my thoughts and desires. Even…
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(Don't judge me)
Oh for the love of deep thoughts, where have mine gone!? I think I’ve been struck by a bit of internet shyness. That’s not to say I haven’t written out a post here or there processing PPD and my sorting through thoughts on ending treatment. I just haven’t hit “PUBLISH POST”. Do you know what that tells me? I’m at a cross roads and I’m not sure what I think of my own inclinations. I don’t want to set myself…
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Grammar Lessons from a 3 Year Old
Scooby: Mom, turn on Thomas. Me: I will not. Scooby: You will are.
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Too much waiting, not enough living.
Sometimes you have to stop looking for permission from everyone else to pursue your passions. If you wait for divine inspiration, you may spend your whole life waiting. When I started grad school, I read an article talking about the fear of starting. Some students dove right in, making corrections and alterations to the plan as they went, some stood at the edge of the pool assessing every ripple in the water before jumping in. Guess which I was. If you…
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Earlier this week I wrote a blog post, deleted it, and then sent it to the women in my Community Group. It is embarrassing when you ask the same questions for years on end only to stay just as confused. This pursuit of finding our “calling” as it relates to the local church and God’s work at large can seem impossible to nail down as our lives and circumstances are constantly in flux. As an undergrad I had a very…
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Postpartum Depression Check-in
In a mere six months I’ve gone from being a self-proclaimed hermit to having a burgeoning social life, thanks to treatment for postpartum depression and this new community group through my church. In some ways, I’m not sure I recognize myself, except during the moments after an intense gathering (like last night’s Super Bowl party) where I wonder if it just might come crashing down around me. Everything seems to be escalating right now – Wookie’s mobility, Scooby’s energy level,…
