Maybe, just maybe, telling the story is just as important as the story itself
Every once in a while, I end up starting a post with this statement: I have a confession. I mean, what’s more juicy than that? Who could possibly stop reading when a confession is coming? Well, this blog is one of those times. I have a confession. Here it is: After my 5 a.m. workout, I usually […]
I usually hesitate to write about going to the gym because I don’t want to sound preachy or judgmental, or make other people feel bad for not exercising. But this is my blog, and when have I ever held back my opinion? Plus, I am realizing more and more how much this commitment I’ve made […]
I hate waking up in the morning. Absolutely despise it. I know I should be grateful God has blessed me with another day and all that flowery stuff, but still. Waking up makes me angry. Always has. People used to say things to me like, “When you have children, you’ll be a morning person.” I’ve […]
Some people do yoga. Some people run. Me? I wash dishes. Even though I dread it every evening, I kind of look forward to it too. That’s why I liken it to exercise. It’s one of those things that no one really likes to do, but it has to be done. And once it’s over, […]