Do it Again . . .

“I can’t do this. I’m gonna throw up.” 
I’ve said this more times than I can even count today. We are in the homestretch of the semester, and I am losing my mind. This has been the hardest semester of college yet, and the worst still lies in front of me. I’m tired. Exhausted. Completely burnt out. I…

The Face You Don’t See on Social Media

Earlier this week, I attended YoungLife club at UTSA for the first time in several months. I was feeling all the feels on my way there. YL so strongly shaped college for me, but life has sort of taken me elsewhere. I walked in, and was greeted by hugs and smiling faces. Then one of the leader’s spo…

When Life Gets Messy

As I have mentioned in previous posts, I work as a nanny. My precious little is 15 months, and is growing more and more everyday. It has been the most amazing thing to see him go from a tiny newborn, to a walking, talking ball of energy. He is so stinking cute, and so stinking funny, but SO stinkin…

The Truth About My Relationship With Fear

A couple of months ago, I was asked an initially very weird question by the mother of a teenager. “Do your friends call you mean names?” What? Ummm, no. She was talking about a group of friends that her daughter wanted to hangout with. They weren’t always the nicest, but for some reason, she still …