Picture this: You're on holiday (I think it's much more fun saying holiday than vacation) in Scotland and you've always wanted to visit Loch Ness. Maybe you'll catch a glimpse of Nessie. So you take a lake cruise. And when you're in the middle of the cruise--the middle of the loch--you fall overboard. The water…
I'm an introvert. I'm a highly sensitive person. I love baseball. And since I currently live only 2 hours from my favorite team, I like to go to a couple of games every year. And we went yesterday. The fan in me loves it. The introvert in me has a hard time with it. The…
Wisdom. What do you think of when you hear that word? Maybe you think about King Solomon from the Bible and how wise he was. How got the truth out of two women about the death of a baby. How he offered to cut the living baby in two. Or you think about some person…
There was a Star Wars marathon on TV Memorial Day Weekend—the original ones (Episodes IV-VI). Typically, my Memorial Day Weekend TV watching consists of war movies or John Wayne movies or John Wayne war movies. I needed a change this year. So, I picked fictional space battles instead of non-fiction earth battles. Though “The Longest…
Last week wasn't an easy week. In my last post, I opened up about some of my struggles with depression. And to top all of that off, Sunday the 10th would have been my grandma's 82nd birthday. Thursday the 14th was the day that she passed in 2007. I won't pretend that I'm the only…
In which I talk about my fight with depression since childhood.
Now before you start the admissions process to that cushy place for people who say they hear voices, I'm talking about the different types of thoughts that go through my head. You know, you have them, too. There's the voice that makes the snarky comments to your boss that you don't say aloud because that…
I do a lot of driving. I drive my grandpa to all of his appointments. I drive friends places. I don't mind taking a random, last-minute trip to cities one or two hours away. But I don't really like it. In fact, I would love to have a chauffeur. I'd call him Jeeves and he'd…
I am an introvert. And I'm proud to be an introvert. That means I listen more than I talk, unless I'm pretending to be an extrovert or I know you really well. (And let's just not talk about pretending to be an extrovert.) That also means that being around people drains me and I have…
I found Emily P. Freeman on her blog "Chatting at the Sky" in 2011 or 2012. Her writing captivated me and resonated with me. Some of her posts just seemed like an echo of my heart. Since then, I've read her books and listened to her podcasts. And I'm still listening to her podcasts. I…