This week, I am participating in the #Fireworkpeople blog tour.
We all want to have a voice. We want people to listen to what we have to say and tell us our words are important. As a result, we have a celebrity-obsessed culture that judges your value based on how many people listen. No matter what you are actually saying, if you have millions of twitter followers, you must be important. Continue reading
Some days remind me of this quote from my favorite movie.
Or have you ever, like, seen somebody? And you knew that, if only that person really knew you, they would, well, they would of course dump the perfect model that they were with, and realize that you were the one that they wanted to, just, grow old with.
When Sandra Bullock’s character in While You Were Sleeping falls in love with a man she doesn’t even know, she wishes more than anything just to be seen. Not just glanced at, but really seen. Because there’s a difference after all between being seen and being seen. Continue reading
October is my favorite month of the year, so to celebrate I am launching a brand new guest post series called “Life Experiments.”
I believe that it’s okay to experiment, it’s okay to take risks, it’s okay to fail. I’m looking for bloggers to share their stories about overcoming failure, adventuring, or trying new things. If you would like to submit a post, email me a document, an idea, or a link to a blog post by Wednesday, October 1st. I’d love to hear from you!
I will be posting a new “Life Experiment” every Friday in October (because Fridays are the best, after all).
“What are you afraid of?” he said. “Don’t you trust that God has a plan?” I had this conversation with a pastor in the beginning of my junior year of college. I had spent the summer selling over-priced vegetable plants for minimum wage while my many of my friends had landed great internships, gone on exciting trips, or gotten engaged to the love of their life. The recession was in full swing, and I was terrified of what would happen when I was no longer living my life by a course catalog. God was at work in everyone else’s life, but was he going to take care of me? Continue reading
I remember learning about the elements of a story in my elementary school library, looking up at the overhead projector from my little table by the card catalog. We learned that a story has a setting, characters, a plot, a conflict, and a resolution. Nowadays, story has become a bit of a buzzword, as we often discuss how to tell a better story with our lives and write it in a way that draws other people in. Continue reading
For months, I dreamed about leaving.
I sat in coffee shops talking with friends about how we were going to live more exciting lives some day, I recorded every episode of House Hunters International, and I spent a lot of time taking virtual vacations on Google Street View.
For years before that, I dreamed about staying.
I wanted to put down roots, to form lifelong friendships, to find a job I loved, and to spend less time hauling boxes in and out of dorm rooms and houses and city apartments. I’ve always known there’s something valuable about staying. Communities need the ones who stay—the ones who are dedicated and responsible and stable. In the English language, it’s hard to describe the need to leave without using words like flighty, restless, or discontent, and that’s not who I wanted to be. Continue reading