The Year of 24

I had so many goals for when I turned 23 last year.

It is a tradition for me to make fun little goals for myself each year on my birthday to try new things or do more of what I enjoy. This year, I accomplished some but not all my goals could be scratched off the list.

This year I want to set different types of goals.

I want to set more meaningful goals.

I am continually growing in my goal setting because not only would I like to actually accomplish goals, but I also want these goals to bring me closer to a larger goal. Whether the goal is to be healthier, gain traction in my career, or find a way for my dreams to take shape, all of these larger goals need smaller more reachable goals. So this year I am setting realistic “themed” goals for myself.

Professional

  • Become more creative in my teaching.
  • Be more knowledgable in my content area.

Personal

  • Let go of anger.
  • Try not to expect perfection.
  • Be the hands and feet of Christ.

Physical

  • Take my vitamins when I need to (like an ADULT)
  • Drink more water (like an ADULT)

 

I am excited for what this year will bring for me and for my family. We have some exciting adventures ahead and I can’t wait to see how they all turn out!

Bring it on 24!

Much love. Much grace.

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So, This Feminist Thing…

I’ve noticed that there has been a bit of tension online. I mean, obviously with campaigning for the Presidency, the election itself, and then the inauguration, there was bound to be tension.

However, the tension really seemed to erupt on my social media outlets the day of the Woman’s March. Many people were supportive, yet there were many who were bashing the women marching. I read posts people wrote about how marching was a waste of time because women have everything we could ever need or want here in the United States. I even saw a very popular post stating that feminism itself was a waste of time because women already have everything they need.

Feminism is a term that is considered negative and full of distain for men. Many men and women view Feminism as a “down with men” movement and a hatred towards the opposite gender. Feminism is mostly seen through the 1970s lens of bra-burning and man-hating.

This type of Feminism is NOT today’s Feminism.

Currently, the United States is going through what is called the “third wave” of Feminism. Wave #1 was when women were marching for the right to vote. Wave #2 was when women marched in the 1970s with a focus on careers. Wave #3 is the time we are in now.

Women are fighting for equality.

Not just equality of genders, but equality across racial lines. So that men and women of any skin color can make equal pay. So that men and women of all colors can feel safe in work environments. So that equal pay and safety are no longer privileges, but a societal right.

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Yes; I know many women in other parts of the world don’t have the rights we do here in the US. However, the USA is a developed country. We are supposed to be the “Leader of the Free World”, and yet women are not paid the same as their male counterparts.

How is this equality?

I’ll give you a hint: It’s not.

So sure, you don’t have to be a feminist; but to be a feminist is to want equality. Feminism is not a bad word, it is a hopeful one.

If you want equal pay, you are a Feminist.

If you want your daughter to have the same academic opportunities as your son, you are a Feminist.

If you want your daughter to not have to worry about sexual harassment at work, school, or on the street, you are a Feminist.

I believe all these things and want to see these things happen in my country. You know what? That makes me a Feminist… and that is not a gross thing to be.

So, let us come together in hope of a changing world; for our sons, daughters, and ourselves. Let us work towards a brighter future by embracing what Feminism actually is… not what we are scared it might be.

To those who actively marched: thank you. For change is not brought about by one person in an important chair, but by the groups of loud voices calling for change.

Much love. Much grace.

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Even If…

Even if I have problems, You are still good.

Even if I am weary, You are good and you are strong.

Even if I feel like you have forgotten me, You know my thoughts and fears.

Even if (when) I have bad days, You forgive me and remind me there are good days too.

Even if I struggle to have peace, You love me and guide me to a place of tranquility.

Even if I feel useless, You have a purpose for your glory to be shown through my story.

Even if I feel unworthy, You remind me that my worth comes from You, and You alone.

Even if my expectations are not met, You are good.

Even if my life is not what I planned, You are good.

Even if I am scared or anxious, You are good.

Even if everything changes, You stay the same.

Even if anything, You are so so good.

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Much love. Much grace.

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Loving The Skin You’re In

Let me be completely honest, I did not know that photoshopping women’s bodies was even possible until I was 17.

I fully believed that those girls in the magazines were real; their bodies, faces, and clothes. I believed that these women were perfect models, I didn’t know where these magazines found them, but I knew they had to exist for magazines to put them on spreads and in articles.

Ladies:

THIS IS A LIE.

I know now, that magazines, celebrities, and even “normal” people photoshop or reshape their bodies and faces everyday. That these body sizes, lip shapes, and perfect women do not exist.

“You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.”

I recently learned that other women have similar imperfections to myself. I learned that other women have stretch marks.

I had always thought that women get stretch marks from pregnancy until last year when I gained a bit of weight. I began getting stretch marks on my legs and hips; and I was completely mortified. I’m not talking about a little bit of embarrassment, but completely humiliated. I was so ashamed that I wouldn’t even wear shorts anymore. I felt that my struggle with my food choices was finally visible, and that I was the only one with these marks of shame.

Recently, I watched a video about women and their stretch marks. How each woman received them and how that made each woman feel. I loved seeing this because it brought me to a point of community and understanding about my body, and it’s imperfections.

Thank you for a whole year of Go Giving!

All the scars, stretch marks, and other markings you have are so important. They tell a story about the life you have lived, who you have become, and who you used to be. Your scars add depth to your first impression and should be celebrated, not create embarrassment. I know this is all easier said than done, but if us ladies can each work towards loving our scars and talking about them, maybe other women and girls wouldn’t feel the shame we have felt.

Maybe we can all start loving the skin we are in.

Much love. Much grace.

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