Saturday, November 17, 2012

The one where she cries

Heads up dudes. This information could be helpful.

Found myself crying over a burger this week.

Sarah bought me a burger and, yes, I found myself crying.

It's true.

But if Sarah were to buy me a burger next week, I can promise you- it would not make me cry.

Sarah buying a burger was an incredibly nice gesture. And I needed a nice gesture.

I've noticed, most often, if I find myself crying-it's not over one particular event. It's because MANY things have happened, I've been holding it together, trying to be strong, and then there's just ONE. MORE. THING. that happens sending you over the ledge. It's not even necessarily that the last thing was the worst- or the hardest. It was just 'the straw that broke the camel's back.'

So. Guys. If a girl is crying and you ask her what's wrong, most often- it won't be a simple answer. The story could start off with "3 weeks ago, when this happened...."

Or it could be "last month, then last week, and then yesterday." It's most likely a series of things. And bottom line- she's tired of being strong. She's tired of holding it in. She just needs to be allowed the opportunity to be a girl and CRY.

So, guys. Dudes. Men. If you find yourself in a situation in which a girl is crying over a burger, you can simply hug her, tell her that she is strong, and that she is brave. And tell her that she doesn't have to be strong all the time.

Cause life is hard.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

The one at St. George Island

A year ago today, I wrote this post. 

One year later, I could write a very similar post.

I went to the same beach. With the same feelings. With the same plan: sit and do nothing but listen to the waves.

Last year I packed a lunch, a towel, and my journal.

I did the same this time. I remember writing in my journal last year at the same beach. The journal entry was filled with much anticipation and excitement for the year to come. I was brand new to Florida, brand new to my job, and I was very excited/anxious about what would transpire over the next year.

As I journaled this time around, I felt the same anticipation. I'm keeping the same job, but come January, I could possibly be moving. I could possibly be in a new city. Once again, where I know no one.

Clearly, that's not a problem for me. I'd say this past year in Florida has been wildly successful. I've met tons of people, become involved in my church, and made some great friendships. Who knew moving to a city where you know ZERO people could be so much fun.

I might not currently know where I'll be living in January, but I'm grateful to be reminded that my God is big. And He's got it covered.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

The one with the countdown

Things I'm counting down to before the end of the  year:

  • (nov12) Veterans Day.
  • (nov22) Thanksgiving. Still not sure what I'll be doing. First Thanksgiving without my family.
  • (nov25) National Summit in DC. SO pumped about this.
  • (nov30) NEW YORK CITY. Mashable conference. WHAT?!?! Yes. (Bucket list item will be crossed off as I'll be there while Christmas decorations are up at Rockefeller Center. Ice skating? Yes. 
  • (dec13) Transiberian Orchestra in Jacksonville!
  • (dec20) Phoenix!!!! Yes. I'm going to Phoenix to sing with Lisa for Christmas services at her church. SOOOOOO pumped about this. Christmas music is my favorite. And singing with my sister? Um. YES. 
  • (dec25) Home to Paris, Texas for CHRISTMAS. Home. Home. Home. Home. I love my family.
the end. 

Friday, November 2, 2012

The one you don't really care about, but I'll blog about it anyways

My favorite Christmas song:

Have yourself a merry little Christmas.

Here are my favorite versions:

Kenny G

Followed by these two versions:

Frank Sinatra

Katherine McPhee and Chris Botti. 

The end. 

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