Well, y’all. There goes another year. I’ve imagined many different iterations of my life, but I doubt that any of visions resembles where I am right now. More than anything, 22 was a year of transition. I savored my final year of college, moved back home, job searched, landed an internship at a Fortune … More 23 things I’ve learned from the past year
A simple prayer lately – my flesh is weak, Jesus. I am weak. Help me trust You. As surely as the dawn appears, You are near to me.
It’s a Sunday afternoon, and you’re dying for an overpriced pour-over that you could have made at home at a third-wave coffee shop. Where do you go? Luckily for you, I have some (unsolicited) ideas, as a belated ode to National Coffee Day:* Chrome Yellow Trading Company — because it’s extra hipster. Beware, parking is at a premium. Unless … More The Only Guide You’ll Ever Need to Atlanta Coffee Shops
I’m walking along a dimly lit path, struggling to reach the end. With every step I take, I muster to conserve the remaining energy that I have left. Thoughts wheeze around my head. If I could visualize these thoughts, it’d be a whole lot of Anger, Disgust, Fear, and Sadness. But, Lord, this is so … More a dimly lit path
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I am graduating in less than a month (eek!), and I’ve been doing some serious reflection of my time at Covenant lately (shameless plug: I have a Facebook album titled “The Farewell Series”; check it out for some of these said reflections). I’ve been in awe of God’s faithfulness over the past few years, … More take courage
I’ve getting to that stage where I’m awfully nostalgic and whimsical because I GRADUATE IN LESS THAN A MONTH. So I’m making this goodbye album on Facebook with captions and all… (please “like” the album please) More to come… (1) to a temporary home to rest to lazy saturdays to cheap rent to aromas of … More a little curation pt. 1
Self-care involves being that cheerleader that is too overly excited, but that’s who I have to be to myself. I have to encourage myself to keep pressing on. I have to be my biggest fan on each little victory. I have to be my own soccer mom in each disappointment, reminding myself that I will … More Speaking life to myself
A lil more personal – I’ve been breathing extra hard lately. Well, I force myself to breathe, and to breathe often. I don’t know if it’s the foggy mountain or my own apprehension towards looming graduation and unemployment, but I’m experiencing heightened emotion that I normally am able to block out pretty well. I’ve always … More hands wide open
to the winter I bid farewell to anxiousness, to hopelessness, to depression, to inadequacy to these I bid farewell to spring I plead, “Come quickly” to confidence, to fears assuaged, to hope that surely promises comfort to knowing that this is not the end, and with the barrenness of winter springs abundance again to the winter … More to spring