September – Four Somethings

I never got around to the August fun-times post, and while a part of me still hopes to, let’s be realistic. Perhaps I’ll find a casual way to throw in photos of me camping just outside the gates of a (decommissioned) prison after a stellar concert.

If not, I’ll learn to live, knowing I can still make memories even if the only people who know about them are me and Jay (and the random stranger friends I made along the way.)

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Changing My Worldview

I missed most of the 10 Things to Tell You prompt thanks to my visit to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Orlando. I appreciate the call for deeper conversation on social media, and want to complete the prompts despite being outside the 10 days.

Training Through Weekend Warrior Injuries

Small changes add up to make a big difference. SciFi movies teach us changing even the smallest sliver of the past can radically affect our future, and yet, do we truly live as if we believe that to be true?

What I Love About Bullet Journaling

Like a scene out of a TV sitcom about bad dating experiences, year after year I tried to find a calendar/planner which suited my lifestyle. Some were too shallow – allowing enough space for a few words per day. Others too overwhelming and cumbersome.

Intentional Practice – Five Minute Friday

I’m not a yogi by any stretch of the imagination (ha – see what I did there?), but when I think intention, I think about setting an intention for my yoga practice. In reality, my “practice” is a once a week class I may (or may not) attend at my gym.

Movie Review – Same Kind of Different As Me

As genres go, I typically prefer comedy, or, if a subject matter is serious, to be so far-fetched the events could never happen. Examples of my favorites include Jurassic Park, any Marvel superhero movie, or anything starring Will Ferrell.

What If Its the Little Things?

Even from a young age, I’ve always admired the flashy. My childhood idol, Miss Elizabeth, always wore a sparkly dress each time she appeared on Macho Man’s arm. Michael Knight (David Hasselhoff’s character on Knight Rider) not only drove a sports car, but Kitt (the car) TALKED.

Here’s What’s Gonna to Happen

I’ve been going back and forth in my head debating whether or not I should keep updating this blog. For a while now it just hasn’t felt like something I’ve been drawn to. Perhaps I had a distorted perspective.

The Lord’s Vast Strength {Free Scripture Graphic}

While I’ve been aware of the “Armor of God” for as long as I can remember, I’ve never truly focused on what it means.

Our Abba has given us His tools, as we head out each day to live for Him, yet I don’t bother to grab them on my way out the door.

Beautiful

Post 5 beautiful pictures of yourself.

This meme is making its rounds in my Facebook circles. Yesterday I found myself  tagged – challenged to find 5 pictures and share them with my timeline. 

The homework was harder than it seemed. I found myself sorting through pictures, dismissing them for one reason or another – the crinkle in my nose, the lines around my eyes, the poofiness of my hair. This task, meant as a reminder of my beauty, almost led me down a depressing thought pattern.

My life rarely finds me in full make-up and formal wear. Even when it does, I’m hardly the beauty who stands out. I don’t even enjoy the hair/make-up/clothes routine. In fact I find it exhausting and overwhelming. One morning this week, I found myself checking Twitter while curling my hair because I felt like I was wasting my time standing still with a hot iron in my hand.

The moments in my life that I enjoy don’t typically have a dress code. Whether it be a run event, an adventure with Jay, or hanging with my family, most often I have to make sure I’m dressed casual enough for the activities.  After all, the Alpine Coaster would have been a completely different adventure ridden in a skirt!

No, what makes me beautiful isn’t my hair, nails, clothes, or make-up. Instead my beauty comes from my smile and confidence when I am surrounded by those I love, doing things that I love. 

Its a confidence of knowing no matter what – I’ll always have these moments, this love. Knowing that though my circle may not be big, those who are in it adore me. 

Its {figuratively} letting my hair down. Or {literally} putting my hair up and diving head first into the moment. My beauty is a reflection of those around me. Those I love, and who love me are the best mirror this girl will ever have the pleasure of looking into.