A delicious apple eat
before the glitter
Ok I used a generator for this one too only so I could have a good reason to share this awesome pic @the_lovewarrior took of me this summer 😆💖 also, STOP BLAMING EVERYTHING ON EVE.
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Don’t dim your sparkle
To blend into the shadows
Be your brightest star
Some days I wish I were normal. Mediocre. Average. Our world is designed for the average to flourish. But I’m very abnormal. And it’s hard. But I’d rather be myself than be miserable trying to be anything else.
So for all of you sparkly stars out there that are driving yourselves mad just to fight to fit into a group that will never truly understand you anyway, remember you— as you are — are your greatest gift to the world. Dare to be true to YOU!
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Plowing through hassles
I am capable and strong
I can accept help
Asking for help has been tough for me. In my life, historically, asking for or accepting an offer of assistance has always come with a string or two — a hidden tit for tat clause. I don’t like feeling like I owe someone something or that I’m always under their debt and control because I accepted a favor.
So I’d rather just do it myself. Even if it’s the hardest or most complicated path, I’d rather do it alone and know that I am free from anyone’s leashes or expectations. But I’m softening. I’m learning that there are genuine gifts. I’m learning that I don’t have to wear all hats and handle all tasks and manage all things. I’m learning that some wonderful gems are happy to help because it is their pleasure to assist — not because they’re making a downpayment on a future favor; not because they’re holding a pot of boiling water over your head until you repay the gesture; not because they feel entitled to your time, energy and submission.
I’m grateful to be surrounded by people that give and love and help for giving and loving and helping’s sake. As I look at my friend-circle, I see genuine support and care, not leverage or manipulation. I see it in my church. I see it in my GirlGang. This is God. Caring for your neighbors and never standing idly by watching them struggle to their feet. This is what it means to hold each other.
It is a beautiful gift to help others. It is a more humbling gift to accept help.
Cheers to the best friends and the most sincere care.
Tedious sand dune
An atomic chair cuddles
into the rabbit.
Wahhhhat is this? I used a poem generator today and it’s nothing short of 🦆ing hilarious…
“Butts farts butts boobies
Fart fart poop …I love you, mom.”
My life with three sons.
New family rule: sure, you can talk about butts and farts all day long! But you have to do it in the bathroom. 🤦🏾♀️🤷🏾♀️ (This goes into effect after the first joke because let’s be honest, farts are kinda funny)
Things I used to hate
About myself are the things
I love most today.
In couples therapy, I learned that each day is a conscious decision to want to be with your partner. “I love you today. I want to be with you.” Taking that same theory with me, I started practicing that for myself, to myself. “Today, I love me. And I want to be me.” Now, I don’t want to be me everyday. But I do more often than I used to, and it took me years to get this far. 2019 will be another year of radical self-acceptance and self-love.
Brilliant talent serves.
With strength, purpose and passion,
She brings home the crown.
Today, I’m judging a pageant in Wisconsin. This one is dedicated to the Miss America program and all the incredible women that cross one of the hundreds of stages across America each year.
I see myself as God’s own
Mornings can be dark.
They’re silent cold and lonely.
Then the sun rises.