Good enough

Confession: I have struggled to feel good enough for most of my life (an exaggeration? maybe. who knows. I sure don’t).

Being a vegetarian in Mexico

At a luncheon for teachers celebrating Teacher’s Day, I ate rice and mole (that was poured over a chicken leg), and picked around shredded chicken in a vegetable soup.

Originally, I had written this for my newsletter. But I was very hesitant to send it out and decided that maybe it would be better to post on the blog rather than publish it super duper officially. I don’t think anyone receiving my newsletter would judge me, but all of a sudden it felt too vulnerable to be shared through that venue. If that makes sense. Ignore any errors or things that don’t make sense. 🙂

Reflections on the border (Warning: this is a long post)

It’s been more than a week, but all I can think about is the latest retreat my group embarked upon. Saturday, February 3rd, we hopped on a plane heading to Tucson, Arizona (with a quick stop in Dallas-FtWorth) to begin what is known as the “Border Immersion Trip”.

If you were curious

Here is a video i made for my newsletter: https://vimeo.com/249437418

 

2017: the year I spent Christmas at a shopping mall and other stuff

It is hard to believe that 2017 is almost over! With about 6 hours left of the last day of the year, I have been reflecting on what a crazy, eventful, challenging, and wonderful year it has been. So allow me to tell you some of the things that stand out to me from 2017.

What the Lutheran Church has to learn from the Virgin of Guadalupe

*disclaimer: I don’t know if any of this make sense but I decided to publish it anyways to get it off my mind and so that my mom would have a log to read 🙂 so please bear with me!*

I’ve got joy down in my heart (deep, deep down in my heart.)

Is joy circumstantial? Is my joy contingent on people, certain places, specific things?

“Okay, sure”

It seems like this answer is often the one I go with. Most of the time, I don’t know what I am getting myself into, so giving a confident “si!” is difficult; but out of curiosity and not wanting to say no, I say “okay, sure.”

10/11/17

Writing is hard. Processing everything is hard. Processing everything and then writing those results is harder. I have found that I do not blog or journal as much as I thought I would, partly due to laziness and a strong desire to lie in bed and do nothing when I get home, but also because of my struggle to find the words to say.