I paced back and forth in front of the door for half an hour, giving myself a mental pep-talk.
Come on Chamberlain. You are being ridiculous. It’s really not that hard, just open the door and go outside.
My hand reached for the knob then quickly retreated.
I was recently blessed with the unique opportunity to visit the site of Katie Beth Carter Memorial High School in Tomás Borge, Nicaragua. Katie Beth was a childhood friend of mine who passed away last September.
I recently spent a great deal of time working on a project. I agonized over every detail, making sure it looked exactly the way I wanted. I was proud of the end result and the effort I put into crafting it…. until I saw someone else’s.
I recently spent 9 days in Texas for spring break with a friend and her family. This was my first time ever visiting the Lone Star State, and let me tell you, everything really is bigger! The houses, the churches, the grocery stores, and especially the rodeo. I’ve never seen anything like it.
I will jump at the opportunity to trade class for a plane ride to an exciting destination any day and this trip was no exception!
We spent a looong 5-day weekend in Los Angeles, California, thanks to $53 flights (yay Spirit!) and a free hotel (yay Marriott points!)
Ok, bear with me on this one. I have an analogy for you.
Recently I was walking through the woods behind my neighborhood to take photos for a class project. I’d noticed the path leading back there before and always wondered where it went.
For those of you who know me, you’ve probably heard me talk about George before. George is my grandpa and one of my all-time favorite people.
George is a special guy. During my first year of college, he mailed letters of encouragement to me for every single week of school.
Let’s talk about regrets.
We all have them. Things we wish we hadn’t done. Things we’d be ashamed for other people to know about.
Over winter break I had the opportunity to spend a few days in Diriamba, Nicaragua to celebrate Christmas with young girls living in a home of protection.
These girls came from backgrounds unlike anything I had ever seen. Ten and eleven year olds with babies. Children with children of their own. Sisters and friends abused and neglected. But the JOY was unimaginable!
I believe wholeheartedly that we are our own worst critics.
Prior to college, my life revolved around dancing. My friends were dancers. I spent all my free time at practices, workouts, performances, and competitions. It consumed me. Dance was my identity.
But here’s the thing, I never actually thought I was very good.
“I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.”
Ouch. Have you ever heard this before? These words are the last thing I ever want someone to say to me. Disappointment hurts, and feeling like you’ve let someone down is painful.
Thanks to a cheap hotel and an $11.20 plane ticket (Skymiles for the win!) I was able to take a spontaneous trip to Chicago over the weekend. Here are some recommendations for what to do and where to eat if you’re in the Windy City for quick trip.
I’ve been enthralled with sunsets for as long as I can remember. I love everything about them, from the rich streaks of color rippling across the evening sky, to the golden light peering through windows and illuminating rooms in a warm glow.
During my drive to campus this morning, I felt the need to pray. (The car is one of my favorite locations to chat with God. I know I look like a crazy person who talks to herself, but it’s one of the only places where I can consistently find peace, quiet, and privacy.)
Camp is special. It’s something that is so hard to explain to someone who has never experienced it on their own. For me, camp has been a culmination of memorable, hilarious, and bizarre events that combined to form an absolutely unforgettable summer.
This past weekend, my sister and I took what might have been the quickest trip to California ever. We spent 3 days in the Los Angeles area and packed in more sights than I ever thought would be possible.
