I'm in over my head.
Who am I to think I belong here?
I look the part, but maybe they'll discover that I'm not good enough after all.
Three years. Three years it took me to work up the nerve to buy a Jen Hatmaker book. "She's so cute. You'll love her style", they told me. She's so darn successful. I can't help but compare myself to her.
It sat on my desk for six months. The other day, I decided to read three random pages from the middle. I set it back down again. Just as I suspected - I like her AND she's adorable. I think I should probably try to be a little more adorable.
Fill in your own blank: I should try to be a little more ______________ (someone else's strength).
Alerts. Beeps. Instant information.
Thoughts light up like the 4th of July. Researchers have likened the effect of social media on our minds to feelings we usually associate with eating and sex. The folks at Harvard discovered that the release of good-feeling chemicals in the brain are especially potent when we share personal facts about ourselves with others.
As we celebrate mothers, flowers flying 'cross the internet to doorsteps everywhere, I decided it was time to take a writing "Sabbath". This week I rest in reflection, thankful for the past nine months of inspiration, love, and relationship that's stemmed from the creation of The Gritty Pearl. I couldn't have paid better tribute to you, the warriors I've come to know and admire, so I leave you with the words of Amy Young at The Messy Middle.
M.S. in Marriage and Family Therapy. Earns Crossfit participation trophies. Disaster cook. Enthusiastic wife. #Boymom. Clutches her faith, not her pearls.