*Note to readers: I was chomping at the bit to hit publish on this post. I miss sharing these weekly, but I’m glad we find ourselves sitting at the table together today. If this post encourages you in any way, please leave a comment below or share it with a friend. I’m crazy about you,…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
My experience with motorcycles is limited to one ride. My high school self thought it was ridiculously exciting to accept an opportunity for a short ride. While I don’t recall the specific details, you can be sure I eagerly hopped on without really knowing what to expect. The driver gave me a few pointers before…… 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
Growing up, I hated having a summer birthday. My displeasure was rooted in the inability to have my classmates enjoy special treats, sing to me, and come to my birthday party. Getting people together for a summer birthday is comparable to herding cats. [And all the summer birthdays said amen!] While most children celebrated the…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
I am a bit sensitive when it comes to names. Pronouncing names right is important to me. If you grew up with my name, you might understand why. Since you didn’t, let me offer you a peek into my backstory. Growing up, I was the only Alyssa in my class, school, church, neighborhood, etc. I…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Before my dreams of being a lawyer, I wanted to be a singer. I had all the heart and zero stage fright. Forget that my “stage” was in an empty church. As a child, those details were inconsequential. Desire trumped rational. [Spoiler alert: I did not become a performer or a lawyer, but they were…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Proper table settings make me nervous. While I distinctly remember the lesson in Brownies, I also remember panic moving in simultaneously. Did the spoon and knife go together? Where did the napkin belong? What if I didn’t get the place setting right? I promise I’m not exaggerating. Setting the table sends me googling and worrying…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
