Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying it’s hard to be my friend, but instead, I have (some would argue FINALLY) realized I matter and my heart matters. Being the easy friend often made me sad, lonely, and, quite frankly, questioning whether I really had the friendships I thought I did. You know the ones I’m talking about: the friendships that matter–that come from a place of risk and trust and vulnerability that cannot happen in a vaccuum or in isolation.
Category: advice
When Anxiety Attacks, Part 1
Several years ago, we found a tick on the dog. It was gross and disgusting. Instead of having a normal, rational reaction to said parasite (shuddering, disgust, anger, any number of rational emotions), I remember what I did vividly. I sat in the middle of my living room floor and had a full-blown panic attack….
Days of Rest
Sunday afternoons are my favorite. Sunday mornings are busy with church work, volunteer responsibilities and a busy spouse. But Sunday afternoons? They are for naps. They are for catching up on family time. They are for enjoying each other. They are for football. They are for playing games. They are for naps (wait, I already…
#MADMlinkup: Words Matter
I am really bad at negative self-talk. Or, maybe I’m really good at it? Now I’ve confused myself. I’m an expert at talking negatively about myself. What I realized this weekend, however, was that sometimes all you can do is believe in yourself just a little bit more than you have before. On Saturday, I…
Hello, my name is Emily…
..and I am a technology addict. I’ve known this for awhile, but lately it’s been something I’ve been thinking about more and more. The realization started a couple years ago when my mom made a somewhat off-handed comment about how Tim and I are always have our faces down in our phones. It really stuck…