So, what does sacrifice mean? As defined by Merriam-Webster, sacrifice means “to suffer loss of, give up, renounce, injure, or destroy especially for an ideal, belief, or end.” Put another way, sacrifice is the act of giving up something now for the possibility of gaining something later.
Before being forced inside of the house, I was what most people considered social. I often met up with my friends at the bars to hangout and enjoy good times. My social life was very carefree and thrived in crowded spaces with loud music. Without any of that as a possibility, friends who I often would meet out started to keep in contact less.
I learned through this meditation that valid criticism deserves a willing ear and that feedback can be a like Warhead candy: sour on the outside, sweet on the inside.
People often remark about how they don’t like to grow older and, I will admit, it is a little scary. For me, growing older means more to look forward to. More milestones, more memories, more connections.
Kindness has been on my mind a lot lately. Everywhere I look, there’s finger-pointing, arguing, and incompatibility as if something found its way into the drinking water and tainted the mind of quite literally everyone. I’m guilty of this myself as I find myself at wit’s end with people on several issues. Even so, the world around me is not one I recognize or embrace – and it hurts. It hurts to watch people hurt people because they are hurting themselves. A common bond of a society so deeply entrenched in its hostility.
Like most people, I often enjoy looking back on the year by seeing where it started and where it ended. I also like to share (and consumer) lists of favorites for the year because I think it brings us together by uncovering commonalities, discovering something new from someone else, but also fostering a sense of … Continue reading 2021: 12 Months in 12+ Photos
I am about two days past due for this birthday post, I know. I wanted to take a moment and think about what I was going to say in this post. For starters, this post is a first of its kind. For birthdays past, I have documented my feelings in my journal where I could … Continue reading Twenty-nine
Everyday I wake up and thank God that I am alive because only He knows there were times when I didn’t think living was the best option anymore.