This is coming from a girl who sometimes gets depressed staying in a hotel by myself when I’m traveling for an out-of-town wedding. For me, moving to another country was always on my after marriage list. But somehow, at the age of 25, I found myself getting on a plane, trying to overcome the tightness in my chest and fear of being stranded alone in Guatemala when I know exactly three phrases in Spanish.
Here in Guatemala, it’s a Sunday of rest. My life has suddenly gotten monumentally busy in the past couple of weeks, which is a good thing. It’s good that I’m working, accomplishing things, learning Spanish, spending time with friends, re-vamping my website, but there hasn’t been much time for quiet. But today, there’s soup on the stove and my relaxing music playlist on my iPod, and there’s quiet.
I would like to share something with you that I’ve been working on, and I’d love to hear some feedback. For the past couple of months, I’ve been working on a collection of essays, which I hope to release all together in December. Here are the first two chapters, let me know what you think! [Read more…]
My senior year of high school, I started a countdown on my wall. I tired of high school—tired of my friends, tired of my mediocre public school, tired of my $6/hour job scooping ice cream, tired of my life in the town where I had lived for the past seventeen and a half years. I dreamed about what kind of person I would be in college and somehow imagined myself being better looking, having a magnetic personality, dating attractive college guys, and going on lots of exciting adventures.
A couple months ago, I watched a documentary about the Tiny House movement.
It featured several people who are simplifying their lives by building tiny houses. In addition the many advantages of living in a tiny house, such as designing your own space and avoiding a costly mortgage, one tiny house owner talks about “treating life as an experiment, rather than a series of dead-end decisions.” When I heard that, something clicked for me.
Over the past few years, I have run into plenty of dead-ends. Dead-end jobs, dead-end ambitions, dead-end relationships. As hard as I’ve tried to make wise decisions, I keep coming back to “What did I do wrong?” I assumed if I was really following “God’s will for my life”, it would be working out better.
But what if I wasn’t wrong? What if I was supposed to try and fail?
This week, I would like to introduce you to Valerie Moreno, who regularly blogs at Nuance and Bubbles. She enjoys writing about life and relationships, and she is graciously sharing her story this week about making a lifelong commitment.
More than a ring, a life long commitment
Everyone loves a good love story. I remember the day my husband and I decided to post on social media that we were engaged, it felt like Facebook and Instagram were going to crash because of all the traffic and commotion it caused. I remember all the attention we got and the love that people expressed by supporting our union, wishing us well and spoiling us with gifts. If you haven’t experienced this do not despair; this post is not about that, you probably know someone around you that has.
This week, I am participating in the #Fireworkpeople blog tour.
We all want to have a voice. We want people to listen to what we have to say and tell us our words are important. As a result, we have a celebrity-obsessed culture that judges your value based on how many people listen. No matter what you are actually saying, if you have millions of twitter followers, you must be important. [Read more…]
Some days remind me of this quote from my favorite movie.
Or have you ever, like, seen somebody? And you knew that, if only that person really knew you, they would, well, they would of course dump the perfect model that they were with, and realize that you were the one that they wanted to, just, grow old with.
When Sandra Bullock’s character in While You Were Sleeping falls in love with a man she doesn’t even know, she wishes more than anything just to be seen. Not just glanced at, but really seen. Because there’s a difference after all between being seen and being seen. [Read more…]
This week’s Life Experiment post comes from Ansley Vasconcellos. Ansley lives in San Diego, and is the founder of Braided Bliss, a fashion blog that highlights causes and organizations. We met in a #fireworkpeople twitter chat, and she’s such a wonderful encouraging person that I would love to introduce her to you! [Read more…]
Hi, I’m Becca, and I’ve had ten jobs in five years.
From teaching to church ministry to floral arranging to sports retail—I’ve done it all. I spent a semester as an art student. I’ve moved six times, most recently to Central America. Clearly, I am not one to give career advice. In fact, I could probably write a book about how not to succeed in life.
I live in a community. Literally, as in I share a kitchen and two bathrooms with six other people. Seven people, sharing space, food, and a shower that you have to light with a match. (That’s what “gas heated water” means in Guatemala).
Community has meant lots of different things to me over the years. Community has meant and summer cookouts and movie nights and Goodwill shopping. Community has meant church. Community has meant shared meals and $3 bottles of wine.
Last week in my little church in Guatemala, the lesson was from Romans chapter 12, and it reminded me of some thoughts on community I wrote a few years ago while I was living in Indiana. [Read more…]