Reflecting Back on Past Essays and Writing
The stack is about three inches tall—roughly nine manila file folders’ worth. Inside them lies three years of intense writing from my undergraduate studies, created 15 years ago while earning my degree in journalism with a minor in creative writing. The sheer volume of writing I crammed into those years burned me out, prompting me to pivot to the business world for employment immediately after college. It would take me five years to pick up a pen and notepad again, this time as a reporter for a small rural newspaper in Wisconsin.
Marriage Evolution: When the Honeymoon Phase is Over
Do you know what I wish someone would have told me about marriage? I wish they would have said that marriage is not just a journey, but rather, it is an evolution. It is an evolution of individuality and oneness all at the same time. It is all so fun when you first meet and fall in love.
My Own“This I Believe” Inspired by the late Edward R. Murrow
I want to share my own “This I Believe," inspired by the late, great broadcast Journalist, Edward R. Murrow. In case you aren't familiar with "This I Believe," it was a five-minute CBS Radio Network Program, originally hosted by journalist Edward R. Murrow from 1951 to 1955. The show encourages both famous and everyday people to write short essays about their own personal motivation in life and then read them on the air.
Looking for Balance
The new year always provides the opportunity to reevaluate the course life is taking me at the present moment. In my personal life, I have never been happier. I love Drew; I love being married, I love our families, I love our friends. And I am very thankful that we are healthy, live in a lovely home, and are financially secure. Yet even among such happiness, I can't deny the combination of restlessness and frustration I feel at times. More so lately than ever before. Why? I ask myself. A huge breaking point came one Sunday a couple of weeks before Christmas. Out of know where, three-quarters through the church service, I just started crying. And I couldn't stop.