Agreeing to disagree is difficult but sometimes necessary.  I hadn’t ever really pegged myself as a person who was even capable of agreeing to disagree.  Because if you don’t agree with me, you’re wrong.  Or at least, I told myself that. My brother and I had an epic battle.  A battle so huge that I packed up and moved into my unrenovated, moldy home.  A small part of me was hoping that I would get really sick so I could stick it to all parties involved and say “Look what you did!”  I’m just being honest. Our fight had far reaching effects.  I drew a line in the sand, and…

“Can you eat an elephant?”  A professor in graduate school posed this question to our class.  My immediate thought was “nope.”  So I was surprised when she said that we could, in fact, eat an elephant.  One bite at a time.  Honestly, it’s the one statement from graduate school that I reflect on most often. I’ve told you that I shy away from the big challenges.  I step back when I think things may be too tough.  I don’t want to fail, and I don’t want to fall.  But you all know life has a way of making you stumble.  So why am I so afraid of falling?  I do…

$225,000.  I got paid today, so it was time to sit down and figure out this bill situation.  It usually takes me awhile to decide how to disperse this money.  Although my bills are constant, my paycheck fluctuates.  I’m contract.  That means if I don’t work, I don’t get paid.  Missing one day of work hits differently when it means that you have to think about who is not going to get some money. If I was a GOOD steward of my money, this would not be such an issue.  I would have money tucked away for all of the rainy days and mishaps that are going to occur in…

Murder.  I told you in the first blog that it played into my story.  I couldn’t have ever imagined it in my circle.  That happens in big cities.  It happens in any good drama on television.  It doesn’t hit close to home, until it does. My uncle was murdered 6 years ago.  The man who shot him left him in an open field.  And my uncle died alone.  Ashes to ashes.  Dust to dust.  I could give you all the details, but I honestly don’t even have the capacity.  It’s an open wound that needs to be tended to, but I just leave it to fester. Is that healthy?  I…

My bank account is in the negative.  I have a great paying job.  So great, that when I get my 1099 every year, I’m always amazed.  It never seems like I made that much money the previous year.  So how did I get here?  Poor management. In the past, when I got paid, I would literally spend one to two hours going over my budget and how I wanted to pay my bills.  Not because of lack.  I wanted to make sure that I was making the best choices with my money.  I was very responsible ya’ll.  I would pay my tithes, pay all my bills and then say you…

Aren’t babies the best?  They smell good.  They make the cutest sounds.  They find joy in the weirdest things.  They’re so innocent. Sweet Baby was 10 months old and having a sleepover with me and mom.  She woke up so happy and ready to explore the world.  Before we got out of the bed and started moving around for the day, I gave her a bottle.  I was laying down, and she was babbling in my face.  I said “Ewww, your breath smells like milk.”  She was OFFENDED.  She gave me straight stank face.  She didn’t appreciate my comment. Sister, or brother, your breath smells like milk.  And you should…