Tag: love

A Word to the Wise

Brianna

When it comes to deciding what to write about, my process is pretty simple. I wait for something to come to me. I don’t make a deadline for myself. I don’t tell myself that I’m going to write this many posts this month. I don’t search and search my head for hours trying to think of something relevant to write. Because usually when I do that, I end up writing something that’s not actually relevant.

No, I write when life tosses me something worth writing about. Sometimes it’s serious. Sometimes it’s entertaining. Sometimes it’s totally random but still fun to read (and to write). Continue reading “A Word to the Wise” →

A Life Worth Living

Brianna

Call me a romantic, but I believe that everyone has a purpose, a calling. Some are very different from others. Some people are called to be teachers, or lawyers, or designers, or counselors, or missionaries, or architects, or stay-at-home moms, or stay-at-home dads, or just parents, or writers, or dancers, or musicians, or….you fill in the blank. But I think that there’s something out there for all of us that we’re meant to do. Something that makes us feel…right.

I know. Sappy, heart-felt thoughts from a girl with her head in the clouds.

Over the past few years, though, I’ve been bombarded by the idea that the most important thing for a person my age to do is to find a good career–one that will give us job stability, great experience, and, most importantly, great pay. Now, don’t get me wrong–all of those things are great and all. But what rubs me the wrong way is when we’re labeled as failures because we don’t get them. Continue reading “A Life Worth Living” →

Where the Heart Is

Brianna

When I was a kid, I’ll admit–I didn’t always want to go to family gatherings. I mean, I usually did. That’s just the way I grew up–family gatherings were a good time, for real. But sometimes (mostly when I was in my tween years) I just didn’t want to go. I thought I was (wait for it)…too cool for stuff like that.

Excuse me while I roll my eyes.

We’ve all been there (or maybe you weren’t as awful as I was at 13 years old).

“But Mom, it’s so boring!”

“But Mom, they’re all so old!”

“But Mom…waah waah waah!”

Ok, I wasn’t that bad. But you get my point. Continue reading “Where the Heart Is” →