These Things Just Come and Go


     I've been struggling lately. Struggling to create blog post in any way, shape, or form of a regular or semi-regular basis. Struggling to even write this blog post. Struggling to put up with my daily migraines. Struggling to finish the small loose-end tasks to finally be ready to open for business. Struggling to depend solely on God's strength and not my own. 
     I like to think of myself as a semi-private person. You won't ever see me on a reality TV show, and yet here I am broadcasting my life to the world—that’s where the “semi” part comes in. I'm normally pretty reserved and I could definitely use a few more years honing the art of small talk—and in my wildest dream, wittiness. Most of all, I'm just a proud human being who doesn't like for other people to see her struggling, failing, and being anything but perfect.  However, I think I want to break the silence, admit my defeat, and start moving forward. 
     I originally restarted this blog a little over a year ago with the idea that maybe other people who have migraines can take my journey and learn from it. I never openly shared this idea because I didn’t think I really had much of a journey to follow.  I get migraines, end of story.  I am so super over posts about how my day has been.  I can already tell you how things probably went:  I had a migraine; it hurt; I tried to be productive but all I really wanted to do was sleep/lay down. 
     So now what? How do I change the conversation? How do you say "Body, you're going to be nice to me today!"? 
     Maybe you do it one step at a time. One song at a time. One verse at a time. 
     Maybe even the jaded can try their hand at optimism. 


Today:  I'm dreaming up some mini-projects to change the conversation.



Title: "Magic Touch" by Golden Silvers

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of All the Romantic Presumptions: These Things Just Come and Go

Thursday, May 16, 2013

These Things Just Come and Go


     I've been struggling lately. Struggling to create blog post in any way, shape, or form of a regular or semi-regular basis. Struggling to even write this blog post. Struggling to put up with my daily migraines. Struggling to finish the small loose-end tasks to finally be ready to open for business. Struggling to depend solely on God's strength and not my own. 
     I like to think of myself as a semi-private person. You won't ever see me on a reality TV show, and yet here I am broadcasting my life to the world—that’s where the “semi” part comes in. I'm normally pretty reserved and I could definitely use a few more years honing the art of small talk—and in my wildest dream, wittiness. Most of all, I'm just a proud human being who doesn't like for other people to see her struggling, failing, and being anything but perfect.  However, I think I want to break the silence, admit my defeat, and start moving forward. 
     I originally restarted this blog a little over a year ago with the idea that maybe other people who have migraines can take my journey and learn from it. I never openly shared this idea because I didn’t think I really had much of a journey to follow.  I get migraines, end of story.  I am so super over posts about how my day has been.  I can already tell you how things probably went:  I had a migraine; it hurt; I tried to be productive but all I really wanted to do was sleep/lay down. 
     So now what? How do I change the conversation? How do you say "Body, you're going to be nice to me today!"? 
     Maybe you do it one step at a time. One song at a time. One verse at a time. 
     Maybe even the jaded can try their hand at optimism. 


Today:  I'm dreaming up some mini-projects to change the conversation.



Title: "Magic Touch" by Golden Silvers

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