Gloom-Colored Glasses

I’m not unhappy; I’m introspective. Last week’s trip down Memory Lane seems to have left the wrong impression. I wasn’t feeling sad after my reunion, I just didn’t explain things well enough. I enjoyed seeing friends and classmates and the place I used to live. I am just not a person who can come and... Continue Reading →

The Roller Coaster Ride

Life is filled with ups and downs, and we all struggle with the dips and unexpected turns. But I’ve spent my adult life feeling like my emotions respond to every situation with the equivalent of nuclear warfare. If a mountain can be made of a molehill, that is how I will react to the speed-bumps... Continue Reading →

I Thought I’d Ruined My Life!

Rarely a week goes by that I don’t, at some point, reflect on my past. For the most part, I’ve put my mistakes behind me. I’ve acknowledged my errors, sought forgiveness for my sins, and come to terms with where God has me, now. When I look back, I can see how God rescued me... Continue Reading →

Remembering to be Forgetful

Just over a decade ago, there was a top women’s tennis player whose serve was out of control. Early in her professional career, Elena Dementieva suffered a shoulder injury that prevented her from serving properly. After she recovered from the injury, she couldn’t get her service motion back. It seemed to be psychological as much... Continue Reading →

That’s Just My Depression Talking

Sometimes I feel like I have a split personality. One moment, I am on my knees pleading with God to mold me into the woman He wants me to be. Then, before I know it, I am biting my tongue as impatience and frustration overwhelm me. I started off the week reflecting on this battle... Continue Reading →

The Positive Pessimist

Some see the glass as half-empty and others see it as half-full. Both are correct, so I am not sure that this idiom is really an indication of a person’s outlook. In my view, it is less about the current level of water in the glass, and more about how concerned a person is with... Continue Reading →

A Tale of Two Lives

It’s strange, but I often feel like I’ve lived two different lives. There is a clear dividing line between the two, at my twenty-fourth birthday, which coincided closely with being discharged from the Coast Guard. My family is a kind of bridge between the two different lives. When I visit my parents at my childhood... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑