Graduate Student. Writer. Mountain lover. Drinker of Coffee. Over-thinker.

Loves Jesus, libraries, the dog, old family photographs, Washington D.C., and a handful of really just wonderful people.

These Days

This has been a season where everything surprises me.

I am not working in a library, but I’m still happy. And, blessedly, doing exactly what I set out to do when I headed off to grad school: disseminate information AND make information available for the people who need it.

My least favorite thing: asking people for help. What I’ve been doing the past three weeks: asking people for help. The past few months have pretty much been me nestled in my comfort zone, waiting for my real life to begin (Colin Hay, anyone?). Change has always stretched me in ways that I usually hate, and I still couldn’t tell you I love new things, but my answer to everything lately has been YES. Isn’t there a Tina Fey quote about that? Something like “say yes, and figure it out later.” That’s exactly what I’ve been doing. It’s hard. There have been tears. I’ve asked a million questions about a million things and probably peeved at least a dozen people, but it’s a time for learning and meeting and DOING.

Life is about relationships. Coming out of college, I ate up the mantra about all the successes that you will IMMEDIATELY RECEIVE upon graduation. I’d love to have a successful career, but the interesting little tidbit they leave out in the commencement ceremony is that economic success usually takes time. Being good to people doesn’t have to. While I still feel a little behind the curve in being successful in a new job, I’ve been reaching out more. Joining things. Making an effort to travel to friends or make a phone call where before I would have feared rejection. Also, I feel infinitely more fulfilled through the interactions with people I have than the tasks I check off throughout the day.

And speaking of relationships, have I mentioned that DMac and I have been together for six years? This one doesn’t surprise me. What is surprising, though, is how much has changed…and how much hasn’t. He is exactly the same person I stood next to at a Led Zeppelin cover band concert forever ago, except with a head full of legal knowledge and better suits. I can’t stress enough how badly I need someone to round out my rough edges, to talk me down from stressful situations that aren’t nearly as stressful as I make them, to make good times even better.

God has been tempering hard lessons for me with immeasurable grace. I never could have imagined myself here, walking that fine line between being completely content and being completely overwhelmed. But if I had to choose between this season of life vs. the season of waiting I just emerged from, I would choose life, every time.

(Source: p-explains-it-all)

I nannied to get myself gas money for school. It started when I was nineteen, and ended today.

These girls have taught me a lot. Like how to pick my battles. Like how everybody getting along is infinitely more important than following my plan for the day. Like how to tell when to step in and when to pull back. 

This summer was different. It felt very little like being a babysitter and very much like being a friend. It turns out middle school is still hard, and twelve year old girls will desperately want to share if you offer to listen. 

Nothing teaches you more about yourself than spending time with kids. All my weaknesses were tested, all my strengths were amplified. I’m so grateful for all I got to learn. 

We changed a lot in five years, and I’m still not sure who needed who more.

Robin Williams. RIP.


Robin Williams. RIP.

Today was one of those days where I was living in the past a little too much. Thinking of all the people who had rejected me, in big or small ways.

Then I pulled up Instagram and some wonderful person had thrown this gem up, and it seriously blew through me like a gust of fresh air.

Have to pass it along in case somebody else needs it as badly as I did!


Via Buzzfeed 

The Greatest Book Dedications You Will Ever Read

(via goforthandkeepon)

Do you know how sometimes you wonder why you are the way you are and you like the things you like?

And other times you look around at your family and you get it. Looks like all the ladies I love had a thing for dogs. Some of these photos are from the ’40s. I never stood a chance!

Some summer

Six months!

Coulter: Any growing interest in soccer a sign of nation's moral decay

UHHHMMM, I hesitate to post this because BLECK, but I truly can’t remember the last time a piece of writing made me this angry.

I get that this is an opinion piece. But it is a DUMB opinion.

Oh sweetie, not even. Just no.