As I've mentioned in a previous post, I can't really describe the call to be inked, I just know that it's there. I've been thinking for awhile about my next "word" tattoo and of course, waded through a myriad of choices.
The word "worthy" kept coming back to me over and over again. Particularly because it has been said to me in church several times by people, including my pastor who have prayed over me. In my heart I believe that God was telling me that I am worthy.
Ok great, so here's my tattoo!
Nah, too easy.
I was talking to a new friend, one I've only known for a few weeks and I was discussing this tattoo idea with him. He's not a tattoo guy and he's not a guy who really even knows me so why the heck was I asking him to begin with? But here's what he said.
"You already KNOW you are worthy."
"Worthy is a word you needed for your past."
"You need something else that will represent your future.&q…
In the last decade or so, Thanksgiving has gone from celebrating the first meal shared between the Native Americans and the pilgrims and it has become more about gratitude, and celebrating what we are thankful for. It has gone from Thanksgiving to Thanks+Giving, the act of giving thanks.
We see it all over social media with hashtags like #thankful, #grateful, #30daysofthanks, and so on. People are taking time to count their blessings and share their gratitude with others. I love this.
Traditionally, Thanksgiving, the celebration of that "big day," is centered around a humongous meal that typically involves more food than any one family can eat. This is what we remember. This is what our memories are made of. We reminisce about family crammed into a house too small to contain all of the visitors, some people sitting at card tables, some on the sofa watching football...traditionally women in the kitchen, football or parades on the television. I can smell the memo…
Has anyone else noticed that I haven't written in.......... MONTHS?
Yeah, me too.
Which seems a bit odd, given that I had this utterly life changing gift handed to me by none other than Elizabeth Glibert herself. You know, that time she published me in a little book called, "Eat Pray Love Made Me Do It." The book that is currently number five on the New York Times Travel Bestseller List?
I can't even dream this stuff up.
So here's what I did.
I'm not even going to sugar coat it or pretend it's anything else. It's time for me to come clean. These past few months I haven't been living my own words, my own mantra. I haven't been thriving at all, I've been barely surviving. I've been nearly choking on my own existence.
There's about 30 blog posts in here for sure, but as it relates to the book and the writing, and the website let me just say that my friend Jessica summed it up so perfectly.
"Your perfectionism vs.…