I always breathe a sigh of relief on December 22, because I know in my mind that the days are aren’t getting shorter. The sun will return—the days get longer, and the temperature (eventually) gets warmer. Simply knowing that makes me feel better. Continue reading “Happy Winter Solstice!”
I stumbled across a movement called minimalism this week, and it has really struck a chord. In some ways I have always been a minimalist. However, it’s not an idea that I had formally considered, so I haven’t fully incorporated it into all areas of my life. I think it’s time, now.
Continue reading “Minimalism”
A story about family, friends, indoctrination, mentorship, pursuit of truth, humanism & atheism.
I grew up in the Churches of Christ. Here’s the story on how I grew up in Christ and then lost my faith in God. Compelling or not, it is what it is. It’s a long story, as voyages often are.
Continue reading “My Voyage to Atheism”
“Reveal the child and all your biases, because out of that, the truth comes.” –Adam Savage
The previous year I had purchased a beautiful leather-bound journal, and only wrote in it for two years. Here are excerpts from my journaling efforts this year. It’s not long after this that I officially adopted this online blog instead, preferring it’s flexibility in expressing my thoughts. Continue reading “2015 – Age 30”
In this year I had splurged and purchased a beautiful leather-bound journal. I wanted to fill it. Problem is, I tend to not stick with writing because I find it hard–it tires my hand out quickly and I can’t really say what I want to say. Writing is never linear for me, it’s a back and forth process. Here are excerpts from my journaling efforts this year. It’s not long after this that I officially adopted this online blogging habit. Continue reading “2014 – Age 29”
Let’s get married! This is a long post (again) but it shouldn’t take you any longer to sit through an actual ceremony. It’ll be fun! Let’s go.
It just so happens that the preacher sent us an email with the whole ceremony written out, which is really handy as I’m actually writing this post 5 years after the wedding. As I re-read it, I don’t remember it at all. I must have been so high on adrenaline, his words just flew by in a flash. Continue reading “Our Wedding Day (Part 3)”
(The featured image shows a little detail on my veil, jewels hanging from the tips.)
One thing I really liked about our wedding day is that everything was really well spaced out, so we had some alone time with just the husband and I, and also family time too. Nothing felt rushed (at least as much as a wedding day can be). Our photographers were practically wedding coordinators themselves, helping to craft the perfect wedding day. They had a knack for capturing some candid moments, which is precisely why we hired them. As a rule, I detest awkwardly posed wedding photos of people standing next to each other. What kind of story does that tell? A boring one. Continue reading “Our Wedding Day (Part 2)”
(Thanksgiving 2016–I started this post but backdated to the correct chronological time) I was at my parent’s house and I was going though some old photos. I was enjoying (again!) all of our beautiful wedding pictures that were taken by some very talented folks at Midwest Lifeshots. We spared no expense on best photographer we could find, and spent considerable time vetting various photographers before settling on MLS. This was easily the best decision we made regarding the wedding because they were able to cement into our minds all of the details that we had planned into the day. Continue reading “Our Wedding Day (Part 1)”
When the student is ready the teacher will appear.
I dug up an old notebook from my 8th grade year. It’s unusual in that I managed to stick with writing for long enough to nearly fill a whole notebook, and that I didn’t immediately burn it. It’s pretty tough for me to read, because 8th grade was a difficult year, where I was adjusting to a new town, new school, trying to make friends and desperately wanting to fit in. Some stuff is cringeworthy because I sound so immature, but I also found that I’m strangely perceptive at times. I appreciate the fact that I managed to capture a glimpse of what it was to be me at age 13.
If you are 12, 13 or 14 and struggling, I thought that you’d like to read what I wrote. I’m attempting to relate to what you’re going through (even all these years later) and to tell you that you’re not alone, and the cliche that every adult tells you– “It will get better” –is true.
Continue reading “1999 – Age 13”
The year I went skiing in Colorado with my family.
In the spring of this year I tried downhill skiing for the first time. Our dad had a position fairly high up in ranks at his workplace, and enjoyed the benefit of a company-owned condo in Colorado. This condo would be shared among the executives a week at a time. Continue reading “1994 — Age 9”