I've got enough negative words in my own head about myself. I don't need more. You don't need more. We're stuck in an ugly, losing game sometimes. Heckled by our own hearts.
Last year, we settled into our first home, bought after many, many years of trying to fix the past. Out of the woods and into the sunshine.
Last year, I said goodbye to a regular paycheck, venturing out on my own. Learning trust again. Finding unexpected blessings.
Last year, we finally gave a kid his Christmas wish of eight years: a dog. He earned the money and we said yes.
Last year, we renewed and strengthened some friendships and said yes as often as possible to being with them. Our home. Your home. Church.
I’m excited to start a new year and am setting out to reach some long time goals. Thankful for the people beside me who are doing the same.
Dropping some weights along the way, and some of this post shared here is exactly what I needed to start this January 1.
Perfectionism is a torment. And I don’t know if you’re battling it too, but it wreaks havoc in my personal and creative life.
Never good enough. For all sorts of messy reasons.
Perfectionism is a thief of joy. Joy, my one word for 2016. I love one word. Invite was my word for 2015 and it did wonders. Opened doors.
Time to step through them.
Going to put more of me out there this year. Going to take walks. Going to publish things I’ve written – online or otherwise. Going to believe in good enough.
“Sometimes you have to accept that you’ll never be acceptable enough for some people. And whether you accept that as their issue or yours — is up to you.” -Ann Voskamp