Within the last nine months, my three closest friends have all gotten engaged. One is already married, the other two will be saying “I do” by the end of March, and in the two weddings to come, I am the Maid of Honor. This means chiffon is all over my closet, save-the-dates are covering my fridge, and everything else is on my Pinterest boards. I’m seriously thinking about taking notes the next time I watch J.Lo in “The Wedding Planner.”
When I was only five years old, my parents bought me my very first journal, or diary as I liked to call it back then. It was pink and purple and had Minnie Mouse on the cover. It quickly became one of my most prized possessions. However, I didn’t quite understand the concept of dating my entries…so instead of writing the month, day, and year at the top of the page, I wrote the name of my kindergarten boyfriend, since he was my “date” at that point in my life.
Nevertheless, I wrote in that journal all the time. And then when I filled that one up, I bought another one, this time one with a lock and key, because my middle school secrets needed the extra protection, obviously. (Insert eye roll here.)
It didn’t take long before I filled up that journal. And then another one. And another. Everywhere I went I had at least one journal (or three) with me at all times.
I have a confession to make. You’re probably going to make fun of me when I say this, but I don’t really care because I’m not going to change.
I am a Nicholas Sparks FANATIC.
I have read every single book he’s ever written (except the newest one I was saving for my trip to the beach this weekend.) And I have seen every single movie that has been derived from his books, to the point where I can annoyingly quote them whenever I decide to watch one.
With that being said, you can imagine how skewed my expectations of love were for the longest time. Mr. Sparks definitely sets the bar high when it comes to romance and “relationships”, if that’s what you want to call what happens in his books. But a little over three years ago, something happened that made me take a step back and examine my outlook on love.
Disclaimer: I promise this has absolutely nothing to do with the Justin Bieber song.
I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was my first “big girl job” (aka, I wasn’t working at an ice cream shop anymore). I was the marketing assistant for a small business located down the road from where I was going to college. But I wasn’t just the marketing assistant. I was also the office custodian, which is absolutely hilarious if you know me personally. I hate to clean. I hate it with a passion. And yet it had somehow become part of my job description. Suddenly I was starting to miss the ice cream shop.
On this one particular day, I had locked myself in the women’s bathroom, partly so I could clean it and partly because I wanted to just be alone for a little while (introvert probs). And as I was cleaning one of the toilets, I started to pray. And by pray, I mean tell God how upset I was with what my life looked like at that very moment.
Hello friends! Happy (almost) Thanksgiving!
I’m so excited that I can finally say that because the holidays are my absolute favorite time of year! Also, the temperature in Georgia is finally out of the 90s, and that alone is a reason to celebrate!
So in the spirit of giving thanks, I recently put together a little thank you gift for some people I work with. I totally cheated and got the idea off of Pinterest, but I put my own little spin on it. And can I just tell you, I am not a naturally creative person whatsoever, so I am very proud of this little project. It was super easy, super fun, and turned out super cute. Basically it was just super, in case you didn’t get that.
Happy Friday Friends!
So I’m sitting in Starbucks and I started scrolling through the pictures on my phone when I came across the pictures of my apartment pre-renovations (aka the basement).
You see, when my best friend and I decided earlier this year not to move out and get an apartment together, my parents cut me a pretty sweet deal. They said I could turn our basement into my own apartment as long as I funded all of the renovations. Let’s just say they didn’t have to twist my arm.
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sit down at the right hand of the throne of God.” – Hebrews 12:1-2
When I read these verses, the first word I notice is perseverance, which is defined as “steadfastness in doing something despite difficulty or delay in achieving success.” Paul is explaining in this passage that we are to exercise perseverance by finishing the race we are called to run. We do this by focusing on Jesus and the reward He promises, rather than being set back by the obstacles and struggles we may face along the way. And when I think about this kind of perseverance, I think about my little brother, Brett.
Brett is probably the most strong-willed, goal-oriented, and motivated person I’ve ever met. When he sets his mind to something, there is absolutely nothing you can do to get in his way, especially when it comes to basketball. Calling him a gym rat doesn’t even do him justice. The kid used to sleep with his basketball for crying out loud.