Tag: faith

When I’m Not Enough

Brianna

By no means have I ever considered myself perfect. Or even close to perfect. I’ve never been so deluded that I thought I had my life completely together and that everything in my life was just…perfect.

No, I’m frequently a bit of a mess — no matter how well I’ve learned to hide it when other people are around me. Let’s face it, I’m a 24-year-old single female who lives on her own, doesn’t clean frequently enough, worries about the future, has bills and student loans to pay, gets emotional and hormonal from time to time (like us females expertly do), worries too much about how she looks, does NOT consider herself even close to satisfactory at cooking, and has a bit of a stress attack when she doesn’t get her introvert “me alone time” at least once a week.

That’s the messy side of me in a nutshell.

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Be Still

Brianna

So if you’ve spoken with me sometime within the past two weeks, you know why I haven’t put up a blog post in a while. To put it simply, I had no time (like, really). With homework, real work, papers, presentations and that rare gift to college students called “a good night’s sleep,” blogging has taken a back seat.

But I’m back. As of two hours ago as I’m writing this sentence, I finished the three big projects that all happened to be due on the same day (note, I’m rolling my eyes right now) and over which I was stressing out immensely. So now–after having scurried around campus like a crazy person searching for a printer that was working so I could print my papers before class started–I’m free as a bird….until Monday. Continue reading “Be Still” →

Waiting in the Hallway

Brianna

I’m scared of many things.

Bees are a big one. I hate ’em. As much as I like honey, I wish they would all just die. I’m also afraid of creepy-looking puppets, probably because I was exposed to about 5 of the worst minutes of the movie “Chuckie” when I was a young child and have been scarred ever since.

And anyone who knows me well knows that when there’s a storm approaching, I’m a wreck. Literally, I’m a totally different person when there’s thunder and lightning outside. I was one of those kids who would hide underneath a blanket and cry at the sound of every boom. Continue reading “Waiting in the Hallway” →