the quiet game

There's been a lot of talk about speaking up and/or speaking out lately. Which is cool. But I wanted to talk about something that has always gone without much celebration: silence.

When I say silence I mean a more every day kind of silence. Awkward silences in conversations, extended silences in relationships, general silence in any kind of social situation, or just being alone and sitting in your own silence. For whatever reason, the concept of casual silence is somewhat frowned upon in society. Rarely is there an awkward silence in a group conversation that isn't followed by someone nervously chuckling and saying, "whoa it just got so quiet ha ha" and it has somehow been deemed unusual for someone to say they spent some alone time with themselves over the weekend. I'm not sure why or how, but we've managed to make silence seem wrong or weird. This is wild to me because, man, you can find so much beauty in silence. 

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2017 recap

I remember everyone at the end of last year being all "2016 suuUuucked, let's make 2017 the dooOOoOpestTtt!!!!!" and, if we're being honest, I was secretly in the same boat. I'm a relatively pessimistic person, but I'm rarely outwardly negative (I'm a positive pessimist, which sounds paradoxical but we'll touch on that sometime in the future. Maybe). So basically I was ready for 2016 to be over but it's not like I was letting all of Twitter know. I was just kind of shooting prayers up to God asking Him to make 2017 a little less super duper terrible. And, in a way, He did.  But millennials believe otherwise. I'm seeing the same sort of stuff going around now at the end of this year. Now don't get me wrong, I was definitely present when certain chunks of the year were going to crap and I went through a lot of personal hardships too. However, I want to choose to look at it differently. 

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a note about coffee

Anyone who knows me even slightly well or has spent time with me for more than a couple hours knows that I have an inexplicable, undying love for coffee. It has gotten to the point where I am not even a coffee snob. I will take anything that was once in coffee bean form and is now a steaming cup/mug/thermos full of dark, rich, liquid energy. 

I love coffee. 

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attitude of gratitude

I think it's pretty safe to assume that anyone from the south who grew up in a big family that had a semblance of a religious background grew up watching Veggie Tales. This includes yours truly. "Where Is My Hairbrush?" was my Kindergarten anthem and I think we're all lying if we claim we didn't get down to "God is Bigger Than the Boogie Man," and have at least a little bit of a crush on that one studly asparagus. 

One of the most memorable episodes, in my opinion, is the Madame Blueberry one that ends in the song I've had memorized since I was four years old--The Thankfulness Song.

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that picture of a girl's butt on the beach is not goals

Something that bothered me the instant it arrived on the social media scene is the concept of "#goals" No matter what that God-forsaken phrase was attached to, it bothered me. Suddenly, a litany of ultra-mundane things became #goals and if it was #goals then that meant everyone wanted to be like it. People's relationships were "goals," people's bodies were "goals," people's lives in general were "goals." I hated it. 

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