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A Whole Lot of Quitters

A Whole Lot of Quitters

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In my previous post, I talked about the importance of quitting. We get to choose what we spend our time on, and that means we get to choose what we stop doing. No one else chooses for us. As we say no to the right things, God will open the doors for us to say yes to more

I Am a Quitter

I Am a Quitter

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I like to stay busy. Also, I'm an optimist and a romanticizer. This means that I take on a lot--like a lot, a lot. I tend to take on way more than I can handle and then...I freak out. Seriously. When I take on too much, I end up hiding. In my room. Under a blanket. Eating gummy

Be You

Be You

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When I was a kid, I always thought that I would grow up to be a mermaid. Seriously, I was positive that if I just wanted it bad enough, it would happen. I would watch The Little Mermaid over and over and over and over and over again. My VHS copy was actually stolen. I stole it myself.

Back to the Beginning

Back to the Beginning

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Today, I'm at a bit of a loss for words. No, there's nothing wrong. I'm alright. However, I'm sitting here in a coffee shop on a rainy Thursday afternoon dreaming of big dreams for my future, and frankly, I'm not really sure where to get started with these plans. So, I decided that I would just start at

You Need Help (And So Do I).

You Need Help (And So Do I).

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I am the queen of hair-brained schemes. Seriously. I will be the first to admit that I have an over active imagination. Combine that with a heart soaked in romanticism, and you've cooked up a recipe for disaster, aka my entire life. I am brilliant at coming up with (well-intentioned) plans that most in their right mind would

The Question

The Question

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As I begin to enter into my senior year of college, a question has begun to come up, one that I thought I had just left behind, one that I already thought I had answered: “What do you want to do with your life?” And my answer continuously ends up being an unsure grumble of “um…well…I’d like to…”

The Big Shirt

The Big Shirt

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I have been working at a convenience store for a few months now. I remember the first day I showed up to work, I did not have any training, and no, I did not receive any training after that. I walked through the door for my first shift of work. I had my hair curled and my work