It’s crazy how you can hear something years ago and never realize how much it still affects your life today. For me, that is “Don’t get your hopes up.” It’s a common saying that is meant to protect. It’s said so that you won’t get disappointed or embarrassed if what you’re waiting on doesn’t come through. I don’t know where this saying originated, but I feel sorry for whoever said it. Because I would . . .
I have said the same prayer so much that I have it memorized. It's a simple prayer: "God, move in my life. Give me the opportunities I need to do what you want me to do." Every time I've prayed it, I've meant every word. And I still . . .
I'm sure you've heard it said that there are different seasons of life. I don't know anyone who hasn't. I've been through some great seasons of life: ones where I tried new things and made amazing memories. There were . . .
I know a lot of successful people. Some went to college, and some didn't. Personally, one of the scariest decisions I ever made was choosing not to go to college. I was afraid because I thought no one would give me a chance because I wasn't what a lot of the world would call "qualified." I was scared of the people who believe that if you don’t go to college, you aren’t qualified to do what you do. But if we are going to live in that limitation, we might as well . . .
It all started while listening to a podcast and deciding to take a break from social media. I was about to release this blog, and I wasn’t happy with the content I was writing for it. It didn’t sound like me. It wasn’t what I wanted to write. It just wasn’t . . .
I love revelation moments with God. And this was definitely one of those moments. He reminded me of something that I love to do, and He asked me, why I gave up on looking for opportunities to do it just because the timing wasn’t right? This moment made me think about . . .
This isn’t the greatest feeling in the world. I’m pretty sure they think I’m crazy. I don’t completely understand what I’m thinking, but I know it feels right. Maybe that’s not the greatest excuse, but . . .
There I am. Twelve-years-old. Nothing I want more than to fit in. I dress in the brand of clothes my friends do. I act a certain way even though I know it is wrong. I like things my friends do. It doesn’t matter if it is me or not; I want to be accepted. I don’t . . .