Disappointment occupied a lot of real estate in my story. From broken homes to broken promises, it was as if the landscape of my life was destined for devastation. Disappointment has a funny way of influencing behavior and impacting perspective. After experiencing unmet expectations, I realized that I no longer enjoyed the ordinary moments in…… Continue reading Fix Your Eyes Higher
Quarantine Chronicles 7.0 gives insight into lessons learned in this season. You’ll hear about a tiny perspective adjustment that can make a huge difference.
Staring out the window, more than 10,000 feet above ground, my mind rehearsed the memories of the weekend. From the familiarity of the swim/dive meet to the snowflakes that surprised me, the details of the visit delighted my senses. While I love the familiar, I do crave a sprinkle of surprise in the mix of…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
More often than I care to admit, I need a pep talk. It’s easy for me to calculate the losses in my life and fail to sit with the wins. I have always wanted to be a person whose starting point was gratitude. Since I know my tendency toward a half-empty outlook, pep talks are…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
I am a survivor of 1980’s train-wreck trends. Some of those include but are not limited to: parachute pants {mine were gray}, a single white glove {thank you, Michael Jackson}, feathered hair, mullets, multiple ear piercings, large Esprit book bags, moon boots, and tight-rolled jeans. Pictures from this decade cause me to cringe and turn…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
I stink at math. I google math answers for my 11-year-old son, y’all. I may have taken pre-Algebra a couple or so times before I scored high enough to pass the class. Math makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry for days. This is NOT an exaggeration, just ask my oldest…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Day after day, he arrives at his post. He is both weathered and unwavering. This is his job. The intersection hosts continuous traffic as the main artery to a major highway. He knows this and so assumes his stoic position between the lanes. His tattered sign simply reads, traveling. My husband refers to this gentleman…… Continue reading Seeing Beyond Mere Words
Alyssa DeLosSantos 