Do you ever get tired of your own weakness? I have a nagging problem with perfectionism. Much like someone battling a chemical addiction has to resist a drink or a drug, I have to resist the temptation to try to make everything in and around me just right. I like for our house to be…
I like where I live. I was born and raised here, and the Spouse is from a town only an hour east of here. Our city is friendly, familiar, and fun. We know how to live in a college town. We wear the right colors on Saturday and cheer for the hometown team. Tonight when…
I feel like my posts have had a more sober tone lately. I’m going to blame that on winter and the excessive rain we’ve had these past few months. As much as I hate what the time change does to our bodies in its wake, I love how much longer and lighter it makes the…
I’m a worrier. I’ve heard the statistic that something like 90% of what we worry about never happens. But rather than being reassured by this fact, I worry that what I’m worrying about might be in the category of the 10% that does happen. I can worry about almost anything—from the state of the local…