I’m Not Setting Any Goals This Year
This is the time of year that every personal development writer starts using a dirty word: Goal. This year, I’m rebelling. I’m not setting any goals.
This is the time of year that every personal development writer starts using a dirty word: Goal. This year, I’m rebelling. I’m not setting any goals.
When we rely solely on the Bible and prayer, we deny that God gave us all of his creation for our use. Our supernatural God uses ordinary means to heal us.
One piece of standard advice from mental health professionals to those on the road to recovery is to start giving. Sure, I’ve had a few moments when I’ve been glad I volunteered, but I’ve also felt resentful of the imposition on my time. Resentment and a giving heart do not go hand-in-hand. This time was different.
“It’s probably just me” properly translates to a much more powerful phrase: “I’m the only one, and I’m all alone.” It’s not true. You aren’t alone.
Just a few days past my 40th birthday, my first mammogram came back with red flags. I couldn’t believe; I’m tired of having relatable experiences.