A post-summer ramble
Elizabeth Moore
Summer just kind of happened to me. I doggy-paddled my way through it, and now I’m craving routine and consistency.
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Summer just kind of happened to me. I doggy-paddled my way through it, and now I’m craving routine and consistency.
Read MoreThese past few months, I’ve had lots of questions about where I am and what I’m doing these days. That’s a great question—one that I love answering! Your concerned, quizzical looks are valid. I’m not exactly doing “life” or “job” or “young-adult-living-situation” in a conventional way, but I’m exactly where I need to be, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
Read MoreIn July, I fell in love with a song—"This Love Won’t Break Your Heart" by Annelise Emerick, and it unofficially became my song of 2015. Shout out to Spotify for putting it on my Discover Weekly playlist in July.
Read MoreHailey reminded me, "If you will be brave enough to take off your shoes, I will gently guide your feet to the soap, the warm water, and the towel."
Read MoreI'll be honest about this part of life. It doesn't make any sense. Maybe for some people it does. But for me, each application feels like a rejection and each step forward seems to be followed by three stumbles back. I feel less in control of the plan, and I don't like that. Actually, I hate it. Those hazy shadows in the fog taunt me with their mystery. My concentrated stares to determine the identity of those shadows only ends in confusion and frustration. No answers. No answers yet. At least not while I'm standing far away, apprehending the unknown from a distance.
Read MoreA couple weekends ago, I visited Birmingham with a friend of mine--we'll call her Trail Runner. Trail Runner is one of those naturally outdoorsy people who grew up with a state park at her back door and a kayak strapped to the family car. Trail Runner and I couldn't be more different, but on a sidewalk in November, we decided to start road tripping together.
Read MoreHow is it that forming good habits is mentally exhausting, while bad habits form while we're not even trying? I hate to admit it, but I've become a pathetic creature of degenerate habits lately.
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