For I know the plans I have for you…

I remember running into someone I had known before my life changed drastically from my mental breakdown. We spoke briefly about the struggle I had faced and why I left the Christian camp I worked at because of it. Noticing the tattoo script on my arm, they quickly said ‘Let me guess, Jeremiah 29:11?’ When I said yes, I received a knowing smirk and an eye roll. I know why that specific verse caused such a reaction. The frustration I[Read more]

Shorter work shifts, better employees?

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In 2015, Sweden made headlines with a pilot program designed to reduce work hours while maintaining the same level of pay, in an effort to increase productivity, work ethics, and improve life for their employees. The official experiment consisted of 68 nurses who worked in a seniors’ home in Gothenburg and saw their shift hours reduced from eight to six per day. The main goals of this experiment were to improve staff satisfaction, health, and patient care. Of course, this[Read more]

Is a crisis of faith a bad thing?

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At the end of 2015, I made a confession about something that had terrified me to both face and admit. I was having a crisis of faith. Everything I thought I had believed about Christianity and church was flipped on its head. Bitterness from hurts I faced was rearing up and overpowering my drive to live a Christian walk. My foundation shook when I realised I could no longer reconcile the Jesus of the Bible with the church I saw[Read more]

We all have a story to tell

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” – Anaȉs Nin I was six or seven years old when I began writing regularly. Sitting underneath the Christmas tree that year was a beautiful, brightly coloured diary–one of the ones with its own special lock and key. The first entry was silly, as was the next, and the next, and the next. But I filled that diary as often as I could. Most of the time it[Read more]

Expectation vs Reality

I turned 30 almost two months ago now, a birthday that became a milestone for many more reasons than I ever could have predicted. There were the usual ones: it was my Champagne Birthday (30 on the 30th), it was 30 (holy poop, I can no longer qualify as a ‘young adult’), and you know, adulty-stuff (what exactly is adulty-stuff anyway?). But this particular birthday marked several other things for me as well. It meant I have officially lived longer[Read more]

There is nothing ‘insane’ about mourning someone you never knew

Today, I saw someone online literally freak out over people grieving the deaths of the celebrities we lost this week. A person whose profile highlights them as a therapist, tore into people about grieving a celebrity instead of focusing on more important issues. We’ve seen the same when it comes to the refugee situation. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again — the human mind, our human emotions and our hearts are not restricted by only being able[Read more]

Writing letters changed my perspective

Growing up, I was never the pretty girl, never the one the boys had a crush on. I had a few boyfriends through high school, but nothing serious. Whether or not they actually even liked me that way can be questioned for several. I was insecure. I was always chubby, and I was always the outcast. Combined with my depression, I felt worthless. I know our parents try to teach us that our worth is not determined by what boys[Read more]

I caved and joined Ipsy

I’ve never really been big on makeup; not because I didn’t like it, but because for the longest time I had no idea what the heck I was doing. Anything I know was from watching hours of Youtube instructional videos during college, just to be able to do basic makeup that didn’t look like it was done by a 12 year old. While I’ve developed a greater interest on makeup, affordability has always been an issue. My $3 eye-shadow palette[Read more]

Letters to my past self

This idea was originally posted by Samantha over on Jill Of All Trades, and more recently by Tim at That Tiny Website. While I sort out my thoughts on a more complicated post, I thought it was a good way to pass some time and get some fresh content out. I’ve only written a letter to my past self once before, as part of a blog project way back when I blogged at Geeky Ambiguous Me, which has long since[Read more]

Some thoughts on Charleston and what it means

By this point in time, if you haven’t heard about the Charleston, South Carolina shooting, I’m going to ask you to stop reading this post, go Google it, and read a few articles before coming back.It has been nearly 50 years since the end of the African-American Civil Rights movement, which fought to end racial segregation and provide all black Americans with the same rights as whites. In that time, we’ve seen huge developments in technology, in international efforts and[Read more]