“Some days you win and some days you lose,” they say. The reality is, though, through the past year I’ve “taken the L” more than I have in my entire life. Loss seemed to come after loss once the pandemic hit: first my job, then career opportunities, then a deep friendship, and, ultimately, someone that …
Category: identity
To whom it may concern:
A man once told me: “You know, you’d look much better with long hair.” Another said, “Babe, cut more off!” With longing in his stare. I cut more off, per his request, all 180 pounds of him. And, truth be told – I’m better off, yes, & happier in my skin. A pretty face, a …
Unprecedented times: success, maybe.
Several years ago (the autumn of 2016, to be exact), I was sitting in Communications 2321 or, “Writing for Strat Comm,” bored out of my mind. The class was a requirement to earn a degree in the department of communication: a requirement I found wildly unnecessary and would complain about as often as I could. …
Regarding new beginnings: a follow up
I have been living in Louisville for a week now. I feel unsure and unsettled and unknown. Mondays are my Sabbath rest. My plan for today was to spend my time writing and reflecting on God’s word. However, instead of taking care of myself and spending time with God, I chose to try to “fix” …
Regarding new beginnings: Louisville bound
**Note: Written 3 September, 2018. Posted one week later.** Tomorrow is a new start. I will move to a new state to begin a new job and move in with new people. Naturally, I am feeling a little nervous about this transition. But, the thing is, as the self-doubt slowly creeps in, I am keenly …
Who am I? A girl stepping into the unknown.
I don’t know where I’m going. For the first time in my life: I have no plan. The past several weeks have been ones of confusion, doubt and prayer. I have decided to step away from a full time ministry position in order to pursue the Lord. This probably sounds counterintuitive, and, to many people …
Who am I? A girl learning to rest.
My name is Sophia and my life feels like a mess 90 percent of the time. I strive to maintain the image that I have my life neatly put together, but the reality is that I am so far from perfect. I am human, and, rather than seeing this as freedom from the pressure to …