Some women love to shop. Me, not so much. It doesn’t help that my age places me somewhere between Rue 21 and Chico’s; no offense if you like Chico’s…
Also, the fact that I’m a single mom who has many bills every month puts my clothing budget far below my taste. I walk past Banana Republic, Kate Spade, and Ann Taylor while gazing longingly through the glass at the beautiful dresses on display.
Today I took my kids to a McDonald’s Playplace, and immediately the scene had me feeling all sorts of ways. First, the music that was playing was from the 90s, making me reminisce on my senior year of high school and wondering how in the WORLD am I going to be 41 in a couple of weeks?
Every year, FB reminds me of the exact moment when one of my closest friendships died. I could delete the memory and never see it again, but I choose to remember where I came from and what God brought me out of.
When I first
started this blog, I had a vision of what I would write about. I would write
about Faith, Family, Food, Fun, Fitness (thus the titles of my categories menu)
and about being a single mother. But as the blog is progressing, it seems to be
more about how to deal with and overcome depression. Now, I certainly don’t
want to be Debbie Downer all the time, but as they say- “you write what you
It goes by many names: existential depression, existential
crisis, existential anxiety, existential angst… but what is it exactly? It’s
pretty hard to describe if you’ve never experienced it. Here is the best definition
I’ve found so far: