Where do I even start?
A fair number of big things happened in 2019.
I am, to put it mildly, pretty tired.
Here’s why.
Continue reading “2019 Recap: Farewell to an Exhausting Year”
Where do I even start?
A fair number of big things happened in 2019.
I am, to put it mildly, pretty tired.
Here’s why.
Continue reading “2019 Recap: Farewell to an Exhausting Year”
So FUN STORY.
I thought this was Top Ten Tuesday LAST week.
When I saw everyone posting their holiday TBRs instead, I reformatted my entire post and did Top Five Tuesday.
GOOD ONE, LAUREN.
MY BRAIN IS SOUP. Continue reading “TOP TEN TUESDAY: Books I Hope to Find Under My Tree”
Last night, while waiting for the bus, I got angry.
It happened while I was reading updates on the impeachment trial and accompanying Tweets from Methodists annoyed with the proceedings.
They have every right to be frustrated.
Ten months ago, queer Methodists (myself included) and their allies were denied inclusion in the Methodist denomination.
It took the Methodist church a matter of days to make me unwelcome in the denomination and ruin my entire year.
Meanwhile, it’s taken MONTHS to initiate impeach proceedings against the man who instated a trans military ban and popularized the phrase “grab her by the pussy.”
After waking up feeling extra salty and extremely political, I drafted a Christmas list.
Santa better deliver.
I am on what I like to call a religious vacation. Continue reading “Losing my religion”
I miss school. Continue reading “Back-to-school Book Tag”
Christian author Rachel Held Evans died this morning. Continue reading “Remembering Rachel Held Evans”
Last month, Methodists voted against LGBTQIA+ inclusion. Continue reading “Aftermath of the Methodist vote”
Well…I did a thing.
I liked both of the topics on Artsy Reader Girl and Bionic Book Worm, so…
…I combined them. Continue reading “Top 10 Books I Need to Read in 2019”
Won’t lie, didn’t love 2018. Continue reading “Lauren’s 2018 Retrospective”
I upped my meds this week.
I’m amazed at how much better I feel.
I made it to Saturday Morning yoga for the first time in two months. I wrapped all my Christmas presents. I joined friends for karaoke, even though it was past my bedtime.
Additionally, a whole host of dark thoughts about singleness disappeared. I no longer spend nights crying in my bath tub.
One extra pill was enough to banish weeks’ worth of depression and despair regarding my relationship status.
Now, instead of clogging my brain at every moment, the thoughts sit waiting for an opportunity.
I don’t have to reach very far to find them. Continue reading “Alone at Christmas”