The past year and a half has been hard. On everyone. We live in a world on the precipice—though I am not sure of what—fueled by anxiety, anger, hatred, and fear. If you’ve watched the news during this time, it’s been depressing, and you may have felt daily reminders of these emotions—daily Covid case counts
We walk through life, we observe things, and we judge things; it’s human nature. As a writer, I spend a lot of time observing people, and I have been told I use my observations to create labels for others. This is true. I judge people from my observations. Lately, I have been thinking a lot
“Faith is like a little seed, if planted it will grow” is a line from a song I sang as a child in church. I woke up the other morning with this song in my head, and it has stayed in my head for the last few days. I have been experiencing somewhat of a
A new year. A new me. That is my vow. I have already failed in some aspects. I planned on not waiting until the last minute to write my blog, but here I am, at the end of the month, on the first month, writing my blog. In 2020, I set goals in 6 areas
This month, I originally intended to write my blog on a different subject. I had it planned out. Like everything in life, and this year, things don’t/didn’t go according to plan. A few weeks ago, I was shopping, and suddenly it hit me that I needed to postpone this month’s blog, and I needed to
A few weeks ago, I read the book QB: My Life Behind the Spiral by Steve Young. Steve Young was one of my heroes growing up—mostly because I grew up LDS, and he was LDS and played football, so he was a combination of two things I knew pretty well. I always appreciated he maintained
Vulnerability. Vulnerability has never come easy for me, and I don’t think it ever will. I am not sure why I struggle with being vulnerable with others. I have no problem with others being vulnerable with me. I have struggled being vulnerable my entire life. I have read books, listened to podcasts, and talked to
My life is usually an adventure, but not the one I wanted. One of the core traits of my personality is to plan—my planner is my life. I am not sure why I plan, though. I have to live most of my life spontaneously; my family and friends are all non-planners. Still, I like to
When I was a sophomore in college, my roommate Jeanelle’s dog died. At the time, I couldn’t understand why she was so upset about the death, but now, I understand why. When Guido became the family pet 15 ½ years ago, I never knew he would impact my life so greatly. To know Guido was
I grew up in a religious culture in which I learned life was very black and white; people were good or bad; you faithful or a doubtful. Redeemable, but if you sinned, you were bad. If you continued to sin, you were really bad. While this was not what the Bible, manuals, etc. taught; this