‘Tis the season for holiday shopping, and all the stress that comes along with it.
I’ve been in Wedding Season Mode since May, and though it’s finally wound down, I have LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT.
Weddings are the best (true love! good food! breaking it down on the dance floor!) and in a perfect world, I would make a career out of being a plus one.
I had an entire post planned for this week, fully written and ready to roll, and then something happened on Monday that made me shift gears entirely.
So instead, tonight I want to tell you two stories.
I wrote the below post in September 2015, long before this blog existed. I’m sharing it again today, because I feel that the message still rings true. I also feel that now more than ever before, it’s important for us to take a quiet moment to remember.
In case you haven’t caught on yet, I’m a huge fan of kindness. I don’t really think that anyone would qualify themselves as “not a fan,” but I just want to make it clear that I believe in kindness the way that I believe in coffee: I wish I could mainline it directly into my bloodstream.
When I started this blog a couple of years ago, I promised myself that I was going to be honest. If I couldn’t write honestly about a topic, maybe because it was too raw or too personal, or maybe because I only knew enough about it to be dangerous, then I was going to stay silent.
I’ve been writing and rewriting this post for a long time now, trying to buck up the courage to click “publish.” It’s very personal and I’m not sure the whole world needs to hear my thoughts on Single Lady Life, but recently . . .
Perhaps you didn’t know this, but of all the birthdays in all the land, I love yours most of all.