April 2011
3 posts
May Grace Abound →
May Grace Abound →
My Margin: May Grace Abound →
March 2011
2 posts
Honesty and Brokenness: Part 2 →
Honesty & Brokenness: Part 2
I fully agree with Tolstoy; “Everyone thinks of changing the world but no one thinks of changing himself.” Initially, I touched on the influence of these virtues on the self; the results of introspection. But navel gazing never got anyone anywhere. However crucial it may be to begin change in the self, it is just as vital that those alterations exceed their first boundaries. ...
February 2011
6 posts
Honesty and Brokenness: Part 1 →
Honesty and Brokenness: Part 1
I want to say I’m a woman who is willing to model honesty and brokenness—serious casualties to a social life. - Jennifer Uwarow
I will not presume that I know exactly what Jennifer had in mind when she wrote this. However, since the day I first read it, it has been on my mind, heavy and convicting. Everything about this statement screams rebellion to ideals conceived by a...
Transition: Returning, Reforming & Re-embarking →
“Everything has it’s beauty, but not everyone sees it.”
– Andy Warhol
I Lost Count: Re-embarking
I do not think I have ventured a word in over a month. I moved past the edge of failure, and leapt right off the cliff. I allowed the day-to-day to cut in on my writing time, and as a result let my project slip. So, here I am. Re-embarking. My hope is that this will be the last time I start anew. However, innumerable things can happen in a year, and I am not naive enough to think that some of...
Day... ?
Day 5 was January 25th….Today is February 2nd… so that makes today’s post Day 13.
I missed 8 days of writing. That is borderline flunking this project (if it isn’t flunking already..).
Over my 8 day absence, I have been reading, listening to sermons, watching people, and examining myself. All these things have brought me to this conclusion: I have to live life committed...
January 2011
6 posts
Day 5.
I’m sick. Soar throat, fever, chills, headache, disgusting feeling, sick.
So bland days carry on, at least the virus mixes things up a tad bit, right? (That’s my frail attempt at optimism.)
Alright, I’ll try a little harder.
This is the sunset in my town. I took the photo with my iPhone, the quality isn’t the best (don’t judge). But its the smallest things...
Day 4.
Oops.
I forgot.
Day 3.
It’s the first night in a long time that I’ll be in bed before 10:30.
And It’s the last night for a long time that I’ll be in bed before 10:30.
So, instead of carrying on, I’ll just say goodnight.
Sorry to all my followers (all 6 of you, who probably don’t even read this anyways), I know you are dissapointed.
Tomorrow is another day-
Day 2.
Well, I have 33 minutes left in Day 2 to write something profound….
29 minutes….
Alright, I’m throwing profound out the window. When I initially imagined this blog, I had hoped it would be interesting. Potentially inspiring. But here I am, two days in, and I am realizing that the day-to-day is less than inspiring, or interesting, it is mostly bland.
So, for now I will equate...
Day 1.
So here I go. Day one of my 365 day adventure. Maybe adventure is too thrilling of a word… Challenge? Yes, challenge is more like it. Because that is really what this is, a year long challenge to myself, to commit to writing every day. I am graduating from college in May, and since I was little I pictured my life after all the “responsibilities” of school; when I would be old...
