Apparently it’s going to take a while for me to get into a good routine of posting on a regular basis. So much has already happened since I last blogged, and I’m not sure where to begin. Beautiful drives, hikes, the new home, exercise, food….
So I guess I’ll start with something that’s been on my heart a lot lately, and that I’ve wanted to blog about for several months.
It’s been over a year since I wrote on this blog. Not counting the quick post with the article about my publication, I haven’t posted anything really personal or descriptive or friendly or interesting….
To be honest, the last year has been a whirlwind. I certainly would have loved to keep up on my blog, but it took a backseat to school, relationships, and life in general. I was working through my fifth and final year of college, seeing a phenomenal young man, being very active with friends on campus, taking care of my new dog, running around Dillon, working on the publication of my book, etc.
And it’s been an absolutely wonderful year in which God has not ceased to amaze me.
I’m going to tackle a touchy issue. (And if there are any guys out there reading this, feel free to stick around; I believe that this post applies to men and women alike.)
What is body shaming? Basically, it’s scrutinizing my own body, picking out the pieces I’m dissatisfied with because I think they should look differently (often by comparing them to people around me or to the media’s standards), dwelling on and hating those parts because they’re not what I want them to be, and constantly wishing they were different or trying to change how they look.
Okay, fine, it’s kind of cliché. Exaggerated. Boastful.
Honestly, I kind of cringed, too when it came into my head. But when I was at the top of the hill, panting to catch my breath, and trying to take a picture of the incredible horizon, that phrase was what popped into my mind. “Victory View.”
I love words. They have so much power…so much potential. I collect words by collecting various books and by writing down quotes in my quote journal. But I also collect individual words and phrases when I’m flipping through horse magazines I’ve salvaged from the school library discard pile.
Wow. It’s 2015. Christmas break has come and gone. And I start a new semester today! Yay!
Of course, going back to school also means no more Mom-cooked meals or relaxed schedules. So it’s back to quick and easy college-girl meals that can be whipped up in a matter of minutes. Like today’s….