Sleep in mornings...time in the studio...staying in my pj's all day...priceless weekend! I was happy to have that kind of weekend to say the least. I should take notes from the Creator of the Universe and take a day of rest regularly. The idea of having a non-work day should be appealing right? Well, since I have been going at a steady non-stop pace for the past 2 months, not working seems like a foreign concept. I came to a command decision last week Thursday (don't ask me why it happened on Thursday...) that I was officially hanging up my work-a-holic hat. I had to take a moment to have my own personal State of the Union and see what things had to go and what needed to stay. What drew my attention to this need to change was the robotic state I found myself operating in. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. Was this to be the life of a soon-to-be 32 year old at a pivotal moment in her personal and artistic development? Was this my plight? I think not. There has to be more. But the question is what is my “more”? For me, “more” is not the accumulation of material possessions or making more money. It's about discovering or re-discovering why I do the things I do and believing in that. It's kind of like the college grad who finally lands the dream job thinking success will come through climbing the corporate ladder. Then after years in the trenches finally realizes that trying to define yourself through titles and find meaning in the barrage emails and meetings is an empty purpose that will eventually dissipate leaving you asking the question, “How did I get here?” Regardless of the occupation, there will always be highs and lows; it's like trying to find a perfect family, it just doesn't exist. One thing that I have learned is that many stresses in life are often self inflicted and we have the power of choice to change directions and demand that life deliver different results.
Going back to my personal State of the Union, one thing that I thought of first was how quality time with God wasn't very “quality”. I mean, trying to shove Bible study into 15-20 minutes and expecting great revelations is wishful thinking to say the least. Also my lack of communication with family and friends hasn't been good for my psyche either.
On a positive note. I left the weekend with a valuable nugget of wisdom. One of those precious gems that has been presented time and time again but I am just now taking notice of it's beauty and worth. The lesson was this: To accept the guidance, opportunities and blessings of God in whatever form they may manifest in my life. So often I pray for or say "faith" things with preconceived images or ideas about how I ought to receive them and what they need to look like. Then God answers in His way and my feathers get ruffled because it came in a different package. Then I complain about not getting things my way. Okay...so... when was the last time I did something my way and it actually worked? Mmmm, perhaps I should check my track record and then look at God's and see which one is better...that won't be a hard one to figure out...
This week is off to an awesome start. Beautiful sunshine always lifts my spirits.
Ah, I just remembered a "love lesson" I overheard my mother say in conversation with a friend. She said we should be to another what we want them to be to us. Good practice for the future...and now:)
Live Authentically,
G
3.28.2011
3.23.2011
It's A Wonderful Life
One word (and reality) that totally escapes my vocab and lifestyle is the elusive “bored”. I ask people how they are doing (which you should think about even asking...) and sometimes I get, “I'm bored..” Bored? This concept of boredom is so completely foreign to me. I guess my thought is if you're bored, find something else to do. Is it really that difficult? One thing I always thank God for is giving me an interesting life. Sometimes things get hectic and I experience moments of frustration but 99.987% of the time my life is flat out interesting. Take this morning for instance...
I headed to a workshop in which I was to learn about volunteer management/recruitment, I arrive at the conference center, walk in and there is not a soul in sight. I thought to myself, “Mmm this doesn't seem quite right?!” So I peeked around a few corners to see if there were any forms of life lingering about...after a few minutes I caught someone coming out of her office who proceeded to tell me that the workshop had been cancelled. Now, to the average car-driving citizen this would be a minor infraction. But for a “PTG” (Public Transportation Gal) we now have an issue. I leave the conference center and head for the nearest hot spot (WiFi and heat itself) I could find, which happened to be the Starbucks in the mall, for breakfast and a warm place to wait for the next bus. The trip from the conference center to the mall was no walk in the park; I felt like Little Red Riding Hood going over the hills and through the woods. After trekking through the icy terrain I made my way to the Starbucks and snuggled into a cup of tea and muffin. Lo and behold a familiar face pops in the cafe, a good friend works in one of the stores across the hall. We give each other the “what are you doing here look” and chat for a moment. Even though things didn't go as expected this morning, the surprises turned out to be great.
A thought struck me as I walked through the icy grass to get to the mall; it may take a little more time but if you keep looking the right path will be presented to you. I could have chosen to walk down a very steep hill that would have lead me to the same destination but I would have inevitably slipped and fell on the way down. I attempted a couple of times to walk down this hill but kept seeing myself laying on my back about half way down so I decided to keep looking for an alternative route. This eventually paid off because after a few minutes a safer, more accessible path became visible.
As I come to yet another moment of my body telling me that I need to slow down I have decided to take a different approach. Listen. I don't want to reach a certain age and deal with the repercussions of not taking care of myself now. So, I'm going to begin taking small steps to move toward the lifestyle my spirit has been craving and prompting me to. Rest is a key factor and burning the candle at both ends really isn't a virtuous quality. For some strange reason our society portrays busyness as a sign of productivity. That picture couldn't be farther from the truth. In my opinion, productivity is based on my passions and responsibilities weaving together to produce my activities. That will differ for everyone being that we all place value in different things. But overall our productivity shouldn't be based on how many tasks we accomplish in a day but how our day actually reflects the passions of our life.
Living Authentically,
G
I headed to a workshop in which I was to learn about volunteer management/recruitment, I arrive at the conference center, walk in and there is not a soul in sight. I thought to myself, “Mmm this doesn't seem quite right?!” So I peeked around a few corners to see if there were any forms of life lingering about...after a few minutes I caught someone coming out of her office who proceeded to tell me that the workshop had been cancelled. Now, to the average car-driving citizen this would be a minor infraction. But for a “PTG” (Public Transportation Gal) we now have an issue. I leave the conference center and head for the nearest hot spot (WiFi and heat itself) I could find, which happened to be the Starbucks in the mall, for breakfast and a warm place to wait for the next bus. The trip from the conference center to the mall was no walk in the park; I felt like Little Red Riding Hood going over the hills and through the woods. After trekking through the icy terrain I made my way to the Starbucks and snuggled into a cup of tea and muffin. Lo and behold a familiar face pops in the cafe, a good friend works in one of the stores across the hall. We give each other the “what are you doing here look” and chat for a moment. Even though things didn't go as expected this morning, the surprises turned out to be great.
A thought struck me as I walked through the icy grass to get to the mall; it may take a little more time but if you keep looking the right path will be presented to you. I could have chosen to walk down a very steep hill that would have lead me to the same destination but I would have inevitably slipped and fell on the way down. I attempted a couple of times to walk down this hill but kept seeing myself laying on my back about half way down so I decided to keep looking for an alternative route. This eventually paid off because after a few minutes a safer, more accessible path became visible.
As I come to yet another moment of my body telling me that I need to slow down I have decided to take a different approach. Listen. I don't want to reach a certain age and deal with the repercussions of not taking care of myself now. So, I'm going to begin taking small steps to move toward the lifestyle my spirit has been craving and prompting me to. Rest is a key factor and burning the candle at both ends really isn't a virtuous quality. For some strange reason our society portrays busyness as a sign of productivity. That picture couldn't be farther from the truth. In my opinion, productivity is based on my passions and responsibilities weaving together to produce my activities. That will differ for everyone being that we all place value in different things. But overall our productivity shouldn't be based on how many tasks we accomplish in a day but how our day actually reflects the passions of our life.
Living Authentically,
G
3.21.2011
Kava Sundays. Madcap Mondays.
I just finished teaching a drawing workshop that was challenging. I mean, I take for granted the fact that I draw and never thought about how to actually translate those techniques to someone else. It was fun, no doubt, but I found it difficult to communicate how I get from point A to point B in a practical, step-by-step sense that someone else can grasp. Man...we take our gifts for granted and often overlook the strengths is others. The students seemed to be into it though. There were some that I could tell were more interested than others but overall they were engaged. My personal challenge is to engage the ones who aren't as susceptible to picking up things quickly. I found myself getting frustrated by a young girl for being so uninvolved in the classes. Out of the 20 kids there are only two African American students. I think back on my high school science teacher who pulled me and another student aside and chastised us; her only black students not putting forth an effort in class. That memory stood out for me. She was a classy teacher. We all thought she was “uppity” but she was about her business and her business was education. I had never seen a black, female teacher like her before and I was impressed. Now I can appreciate what she did in pulling us aside.
I don't want to be ineffective with my students; not being confident of what I am teaching. I want to be prepared and be able to leave them with something tangible they can build on. My main challenge has been taking things that come naturally to me and breaking them down in a simple process that anyone can learn. It also humbles me because I know how blessed I have been and how many opportunities I have been afforded to equip me to be in this position. Not everyone has that and that awareness humbles me.
God is still good. Even though every day feel like I'm starting from scratch and the smallest things keep me on my toes...God is still good.
Now, I can go home and rest...the lasagna calls...
Living Authentically,
G
3.18.2011
An Olive Branch of Peace
The seeking of ultimate peace begins and ends with God... the Giver of all things peaceful...
Living Authentically,
G
3.17.2011
A Spot of Tea
I have come to a point that I have learned that being in a relationship is not my highest priority. I mean, yes I want companionship but I no longer want to spend my time and energy in pursuit of or focused on my life partner. This coming from a gal who's love language is "quality time" is quite the unconventional perspective. My hope and desire is to nurture my friendships and build a deep sense of community with those around me. It's kind of hard to process that thought initially because of my natural desire to be relational. And I question how much of me is simply tired of one failed relationship after another and is “giving up". Regardless of origin, I have a forward-moving sense that compels me toward community building over husband-seeking. What exactly does that look like in the life of a 30-something artist with a hankering for a good latte? I have no idea. But I am willing to begin a personal and social exploration of such matters.
More than relinquishing an idea or desire, I feel I have the opportunity to gain so much more through total devotion to God than divided attention that comes with a relationship. I have a lot to learn, I know and there are parts of me that need to be pulled in with the reigns of submission, trust me. My thoughts of remaining single aren't rooted in a jaded heart but in the rich soil of possibility and hope. I realize that the foundation of my identity isn't formed solely by my relationships on earth but through my partnership with Christ. You know, I could continue to travel this similar road that continues to take me from one emotionally unstable situation to the next. But I would rather change directions and see what could be possible through the intentional investment in people as a whole as opposed to self serving individualistic pursuits.
This quote came to me today as I sipped a very peculiar but tasty tea at the Sparrows...”Success cannot be wholly achieved individually. It is only through community that we reach our potential and become our full self.”
Living Authentically,
G
More than relinquishing an idea or desire, I feel I have the opportunity to gain so much more through total devotion to God than divided attention that comes with a relationship. I have a lot to learn, I know and there are parts of me that need to be pulled in with the reigns of submission, trust me. My thoughts of remaining single aren't rooted in a jaded heart but in the rich soil of possibility and hope. I realize that the foundation of my identity isn't formed solely by my relationships on earth but through my partnership with Christ. You know, I could continue to travel this similar road that continues to take me from one emotionally unstable situation to the next. But I would rather change directions and see what could be possible through the intentional investment in people as a whole as opposed to self serving individualistic pursuits.
This quote came to me today as I sipped a very peculiar but tasty tea at the Sparrows...”Success cannot be wholly achieved individually. It is only through community that we reach our potential and become our full self.”
Living Authentically,
G
3.13.2011
Tick Tock...
Time management has been a topic that I have heard repeatedly over the last 2 weeks. Think God is trying to nudge me? Um, yeah. Actually He has probably been nudging me for much longer than that it's just that for the past 2 weeks I have been paying attention. As I approach my 32nd birthday I am seeing more and more the value of time. Time seems infinite when you are younger but as soon as you get a few years on you along with a little life experience you realize that Time needs to be respected far more than we do. Not that I'm this old maid who thinks life is a downward spiral after 30 because I truly have felt more youthful since I reached the milestone. But I think I have enough maturity to confidently say that how I spend my time is something I need to pay more attention to because it slips by ever so quickly.
I learned a lesson from my treadmill this morning. You see, I bought a used treadmill from an associate about a year ago and all has been well with it. However just about a week ago the belt started to shift. This is a common issue with treadmills; over time the belt stretches and shifts too far to the left or right and needs adjustment. I have been kind of frustrated with it because at 4:30 am you don't want to have to fiddle with adjusting the belt. You're trying to convince yourself your not crazy for being awake at that hour and just get on and get the workout over with. Messing around with a minor malfunction has seriously put a wrench in the early morning workouts. But something different happened this morning. Instead of getting agitated at the fact that my workout was interrupted once again, I simply made a minor adjustment to the belt, got right back on and kept moving (life metaphor coming on...). I thought to myself that there is no need to get all bent out of shape over the small happenings in life; those unexpected snags that seems to put a kink in our “perfect” worlds. What I discovered was that even though a situation may not be ideal (my treadmill isn't state of the art but it works) and it may need a little work every now and again, all I have to do is pause, make an adjustment in thought and/or behavior and keep moving forward. Why would I allow a small thing like a slipping belt to stop me from running? I could ask myself the same question about other areas in life. Why should I allow the unexpected things in life throw me off course? I mean, do I not have a “spirit of self-control, power and love?” I learned a valuable lesson from that dusty, belt-slipping treadmill. When things come into my life that threaten to rob me of my peace I need to first step back, readjust my perspective and keep moving forward. Strength over time equals power and nothing can take you out unless you lay down for it first.
Living Authentically,
G
I learned a lesson from my treadmill this morning. You see, I bought a used treadmill from an associate about a year ago and all has been well with it. However just about a week ago the belt started to shift. This is a common issue with treadmills; over time the belt stretches and shifts too far to the left or right and needs adjustment. I have been kind of frustrated with it because at 4:30 am you don't want to have to fiddle with adjusting the belt. You're trying to convince yourself your not crazy for being awake at that hour and just get on and get the workout over with. Messing around with a minor malfunction has seriously put a wrench in the early morning workouts. But something different happened this morning. Instead of getting agitated at the fact that my workout was interrupted once again, I simply made a minor adjustment to the belt, got right back on and kept moving (life metaphor coming on...). I thought to myself that there is no need to get all bent out of shape over the small happenings in life; those unexpected snags that seems to put a kink in our “perfect” worlds. What I discovered was that even though a situation may not be ideal (my treadmill isn't state of the art but it works) and it may need a little work every now and again, all I have to do is pause, make an adjustment in thought and/or behavior and keep moving forward. Why would I allow a small thing like a slipping belt to stop me from running? I could ask myself the same question about other areas in life. Why should I allow the unexpected things in life throw me off course? I mean, do I not have a “spirit of self-control, power and love?” I learned a valuable lesson from that dusty, belt-slipping treadmill. When things come into my life that threaten to rob me of my peace I need to first step back, readjust my perspective and keep moving forward. Strength over time equals power and nothing can take you out unless you lay down for it first.
Living Authentically,
G
3.10.2011
Revision
Kind of had a small set back this afternoon but I'm not feeling so bad about it. Sometimes things happen that we feel take us a few steps back but actually they are just what we need to move forward.
I had a conversation today with a guy I recently dated that solidified the end of our courtship. You know how it is in relationships...it takes numerous conversations to actually say it's over. Finality has a way of escaping us when we don't know how to let go. But this time is different. After we talked, I felt not only relief but renewed. Not that he is a bad person I needed to rid myself of; he's an incredible man with many wonderful qualities that I fell very hard for. The difference is that I walked away from that conversation with the motivation to never to go around that mountain again. I grew to love him dearly but like a good friend once told me, "The right person at the wrong time is still the wrong person." I came to the resolve to accept my responsibilities, learn from the mistakes we both made and never take that journey again.
For my own sake and the sake of my future partner, I want to spend this season of Lent allowing God to examine my heart and change my course of action; to shift my dependencies and reposition myself to become better.
Search me God and know my heart. Test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me and lead me in the way everlasting. -Psalm 139:24-
Living Authentically,
G
I had a conversation today with a guy I recently dated that solidified the end of our courtship. You know how it is in relationships...it takes numerous conversations to actually say it's over. Finality has a way of escaping us when we don't know how to let go. But this time is different. After we talked, I felt not only relief but renewed. Not that he is a bad person I needed to rid myself of; he's an incredible man with many wonderful qualities that I fell very hard for. The difference is that I walked away from that conversation with the motivation to never to go around that mountain again. I grew to love him dearly but like a good friend once told me, "The right person at the wrong time is still the wrong person." I came to the resolve to accept my responsibilities, learn from the mistakes we both made and never take that journey again.
For my own sake and the sake of my future partner, I want to spend this season of Lent allowing God to examine my heart and change my course of action; to shift my dependencies and reposition myself to become better.
Search me God and know my heart. Test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me and lead me in the way everlasting. -Psalm 139:24-
Living Authentically,
G
A Topic Worth Discussion
Every Thursday morning my alarm goes of around 4am. This is no different from any other morning but Thursdays are special. You see, for the past month and a half I have been a part of a book club that is reading a book about sex and chastity. (gasp) Yes, chastity. I can't begin to express the richness that comes from gathering regularly with this of group of women. After coming from these meetings,
one thing I notice is the stark contrast between folks who have an interest in discussing such topics and others who cover their ears in shame, embarrassment or whatever they're feeling when they hear the word "sex". Even if I don't agree with all of the author's points, some of her perspectives have offered me a different way of thinking. Which has been helpful as I navigate the waters of my own sexuality.
One thing that comes up in conversation is the fact that often times it is women who are the Enforcers of Morality and little self-control is exercised by men. As if women are solely responsible for the act of boundary setting and exercising restraint. In defense of men though, I have to say that I have witnessed men who are actually quite good at controlling their sexual desires and not sniffing around every corner looking for a new conquest. Well, maybe I only know one particular guy like that but if there is one there is hope! I'm pretty certain it would be hard to find groups of men gathering in the early morning hours to discuss their sexuality in relationship to God. Not that it's not possible or doesn't exist, I actually hope I'm wrong!
In my personal experiences I have always been the one initiating boundaries and bringing up the topic of sex and limitations. There comes a point when this wears me out. Sometimes I don't want to spend so much time and energy on the do's and don'ts; the legalism of sex has the propensity to reduce desire. Even more so, the fact that I feel like a broken record in every dating situation leads me to believe the the moral benchmark of men in my generation is worse than I thought. It would be awesome to see a man take this bold step and be the one in the relationship to initiate this conversation. I'm waiting for someone to prove me wrong ; someone who is willing to go against the norm and be comfortable enough in his own skin to explore the benefits and freedom of self-control.
Living Authentically,
G
one thing I notice is the stark contrast between folks who have an interest in discussing such topics and others who cover their ears in shame, embarrassment or whatever they're feeling when they hear the word "sex". Even if I don't agree with all of the author's points, some of her perspectives have offered me a different way of thinking. Which has been helpful as I navigate the waters of my own sexuality.
One thing that comes up in conversation is the fact that often times it is women who are the Enforcers of Morality and little self-control is exercised by men. As if women are solely responsible for the act of boundary setting and exercising restraint. In defense of men though, I have to say that I have witnessed men who are actually quite good at controlling their sexual desires and not sniffing around every corner looking for a new conquest. Well, maybe I only know one particular guy like that but if there is one there is hope! I'm pretty certain it would be hard to find groups of men gathering in the early morning hours to discuss their sexuality in relationship to God. Not that it's not possible or doesn't exist, I actually hope I'm wrong!
In my personal experiences I have always been the one initiating boundaries and bringing up the topic of sex and limitations. There comes a point when this wears me out. Sometimes I don't want to spend so much time and energy on the do's and don'ts; the legalism of sex has the propensity to reduce desire. Even more so, the fact that I feel like a broken record in every dating situation leads me to believe the the moral benchmark of men in my generation is worse than I thought. It would be awesome to see a man take this bold step and be the one in the relationship to initiate this conversation. I'm waiting for someone to prove me wrong ; someone who is willing to go against the norm and be comfortable enough in his own skin to explore the benefits and freedom of self-control.
Living Authentically,
G
40 Days Without Coffee
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| last latte before Lent |
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| Ahhhh...the joys of Madcap! |
A recent situation with a love interest brought about feelings and behaviors in me that weren't all that attractive. My emotions were unexpectedly stirred up and what followed were actions and thoughts that I don't care to ever act out again. Instead of beating myself up about acting so desperately I thought...why not use this as an opportunity to "see" myself and let God change me. What better time than Lent to do that! So, my personal sacrifices are my way of laying down a thing and a behavior that I have practiced regularly and really let God in to do a transformative work in my mind. Madcap will be missed!
But I shall return in due time...
Living Authentically (without coffee),
G
3.08.2011
In The Incubator
Something happened yesterday scared the (beep) out of me. Stepping out on faith is like unwrapping a gift that you have waited years to receive. But the trick is you can only peel away one centimeter of wrapping at a time. You know the gift is in there...you know it belongs to you...you know it's within arms reach. However, every opportunity to peel away a layer of wrapping comes with it the “peeling away” of a piece of yourself. That's the part that may hurt but the question is...how bad do you want the gift inside?
Moving forward fearlessly is completely intentional these days. It will have to be actually. My good friend Noele said something today in an email commonly heard yet profound. She used the term, “...cast out fear...” which made me think of how we have to keep moving in the midst of apprehension and anxiety. The intentional act of releasing my fears and welcoming the unknown is a true act of faith for me. Some things I feel my grip is tightly wrapped around. Prying my fingers from certain areas of my life have been my growing pains lately. Also I have learned that trusting in God is quite a transformative thing to do. Kind of like a little adventure! Well, at least I like to think if it that way....keeps life interesting.
Yesterday was filled with all kinds of goodies and surprises! I crossed paths with a friend who I need to be reconciled with; a situation that has created times of restlessness. I say "be reconciled" in a way that means keeping peace at all costs. Me and this "friend" haven't been seeing eye to eye lately...I suppose that's the nature of relationships though; you won't always agree but there is a point where you have to be in agreement to walk hand in hand. Whether in friendship or in partnership the choice of walking hand in hand comes at a cost. What am I willing to lay down? What am I willing to sacrifice? There is so much to be learned in this area. I feel that if you are not willing to give up your entire will for a purpose greater than yourself then you will never know the fullness of love exemplified.
Living Authentically,
G
Moving forward fearlessly is completely intentional these days. It will have to be actually. My good friend Noele said something today in an email commonly heard yet profound. She used the term, “...cast out fear...” which made me think of how we have to keep moving in the midst of apprehension and anxiety. The intentional act of releasing my fears and welcoming the unknown is a true act of faith for me. Some things I feel my grip is tightly wrapped around. Prying my fingers from certain areas of my life have been my growing pains lately. Also I have learned that trusting in God is quite a transformative thing to do. Kind of like a little adventure! Well, at least I like to think if it that way....keeps life interesting.
Yesterday was filled with all kinds of goodies and surprises! I crossed paths with a friend who I need to be reconciled with; a situation that has created times of restlessness. I say "be reconciled" in a way that means keeping peace at all costs. Me and this "friend" haven't been seeing eye to eye lately...I suppose that's the nature of relationships though; you won't always agree but there is a point where you have to be in agreement to walk hand in hand. Whether in friendship or in partnership the choice of walking hand in hand comes at a cost. What am I willing to lay down? What am I willing to sacrifice? There is so much to be learned in this area. I feel that if you are not willing to give up your entire will for a purpose greater than yourself then you will never know the fullness of love exemplified.
Living Authentically,
G
3.06.2011
Topsy Turvy
I ran into a friend this Saturday who ask the typical question, “How have you been?” My robotic response was, “Busy...but good.” He further responded by saying, “But, you like that right?” Heck no I don't like that?! But I suppose even if I don't like it that has been the nature of my life lately and my choice. As I was getting started in the day this morning I thought about how one of Satan's tactics against believers is busyness. It made me think about how I have been spending my time lately. There are some things I do that I really enjoy and other habits I am longing to break. For example, I love to write in the morning. But I never allow myself enough time, or get distracted just enough not to have writing time. Also, I love to take pictures but I never seem to take a moment to pause, break out my camera and snap a couple shots. (deep sigh) I don't want my life to turn into a bunch of I-wish-I-would-haves or I-should-haves.
After service this morning my heart is so convicted to be true to myself and what God is nudging me to do. It's funny how we fuss at children for having to be told to do something more than once but as adults we're guilty of the same. I realize that it's my choice to be involved in the things I am. Which is fine but at what point are these things pulling me away from my truest self and real loves? I have been guilty of masking my busyness as productivity and treating my weariness as some sort of satisfying reward to all my “hard work”. I'm shaking my head at myself right now! Even if I don't have this all figured out, one thing I do know is that I want to enjoy my life to the fullest. I haven't been doing that lately so I think it's time to change up the game.
Living Authentically,
G
After service this morning my heart is so convicted to be true to myself and what God is nudging me to do. It's funny how we fuss at children for having to be told to do something more than once but as adults we're guilty of the same. I realize that it's my choice to be involved in the things I am. Which is fine but at what point are these things pulling me away from my truest self and real loves? I have been guilty of masking my busyness as productivity and treating my weariness as some sort of satisfying reward to all my “hard work”. I'm shaking my head at myself right now! Even if I don't have this all figured out, one thing I do know is that I want to enjoy my life to the fullest. I haven't been doing that lately so I think it's time to change up the game.
Living Authentically,
G
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