• about me,  grandma,  work stuff

    They aren’t seniors. They are stories.

    My afternoon with the most amazing lady. I remember the day I applied for my current job, I thought, “I don’t want to work with seniors.” Not because I dislike them. Quite the opposite, actually. I love them. If you’ve been around for any length of time, you know that I was super close with my grandma. It literally broke me when she passed away. I still can’t hear certain songs or smell her perfume… So, to work with people that would remind me of her every day, no thank you. But we know how that worked out. So on Friday, I participated in my first community visit. As part…

  • about me,  growing up,  scripture

    Being on the other side of me.

    I wonder what it’s like on the other side of me… Self-awareness is not something that I think I’m that bad at. And I don’t mean to brag about that. If something has happened, I generally look at myself first, (my actions, words, ignorance) before I think of someone else being at fault. But I still feel like it’s something that I could work on – even the most aware person has habits or natural tendencies that they can’t even see. I want to know those things. Because you don’t know until you know, ya know? All of this comes up because we started a new series at my church…

  • friendships,  Life in Nashville,  social life

    New friend fail.

    I feel pressure, most days, to write something meaningful and important on this blog. Something thought provoking and intelligent. I think I’m going to just give up on that and just write about…well, anything. So today, you’re treated to a story about this guy I met. Let’s call him, “Jess.” I have no fear that he will find this because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know my last name – how in the world would he find a blog? So I met Jess recently while out with the girls. He seemed very nice. He’s from the NE and has a thick accent. He’s a good looking, Italian guy. Sounds…