A comment has breached my lips more times than I can even count over the last couple of months. ”Well I’m broke now, so...” Fill in the rest with any variation you can imagine. I’m sure I’ve said it. It feels true, comparing to what I used to make in my last job. I have… Continue reading “I’m Broke”
Tag: World Race
Six
I mentally tallied the amount of weeks that have passed since I last posted, thinking it had only been a few. I went to my calendar to realize that time has moved a lot faster than I thought. Six weeks have gone by since I shared about my new job here in Georgia. Whoops. My… Continue reading Six
The “Next” Question
A couple weeks ago I told you about a question that I’ve been asked a multitude of times. The question keeps on coming, but I’ve accepted that it’s a hard question to answer and will keep being asked. If you haven’t read that blog, you can read it here. There’s another question that I’ve been… Continue reading The “Next” Question
The Question
Our squad was warned that we’d be asked a question over and over when we got back. How was it? I smile and pause, not sure what to say. When I give a vague answer to the vague question, I can see the curious look on their face. I can see the response written in… Continue reading The Question
The Last Day
I’m officially sitting on U.S. soil in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I’ve said goodbye to half of my beautiful B Squad. Tears have been shed the entire week leading up to this day. There’s no way I have more tears to give. I am not sure what to feel. I have the same pit in my… Continue reading The Last Day
To O Squad
I thought about all of you at the end of month 9. I was praying and talking to the Lord about some things. In that, my mind for some reason wandered to Amy and the excitement to be friends after the Race. I thought about that for a moment and imagined keeping up with her.… Continue reading To O Squad
Your Conviction, Not Mine
She looked at me inquisitively, then looked down at her outfit. “Do you think it’s okay if I wear this?” I glanced over, then turned back to the dish I was washing. “I think you should follow your own conviction and go with that.” I’m your typical rule follower. If I’m asked to do something,… Continue reading Your Conviction, Not Mine
Sticks and Stones
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. We were taught to use it as a defense mechanism. To fend off all the mean kids. To pretend that their words spoken didn’t even make us flinch. But that phrase just isn’t reality. Words have weight, power, and consequences. They sting… Continue reading Sticks and Stones
Fear
I sat on a barstool only a few feet away from the rest of the team. I’m facing the open cut out window looking into a trendy, touristy pizza restaurant that is way out of our World Race budget. Even though I’d just spent an embarrassing amount on one scoop of gelato from the bar… Continue reading Fear
Washed Up to Shore
Growing up, I lived twenty minutes from the beach and loved it. There already wasn’t a ton to do in my home town, but even if there was, I would have still chosen the beach. We went every opportunity we had. I have always loved water. It started as a kid who loved the pool.… Continue reading Washed Up to Shore
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