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It’s that time of year when the duality of the inner self comes to the surface to see who’s really boss. The type A and the Type B sides, the task-oriented and the people-oriented sides, the inner Martha and the inner Mary. We all strive to be Marys, but about this time each year the…

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I turn thirty in exactly one month and I still have a thing or two on my “30 before 30” list. On my 29th birthday Ben asked me what I wanted to accomplish before I turned 30. While there were a series of little things the one big, lingering item was to have a completed…

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My first married Thanksgiving was a domestic catastrophe that I may never fully recover from. I attempted to make my first apple pie. Rather than stick to a traditional lattice, or heaven forbid a normal pie top, I decided to display my creativity with cut out dough leaves Because I was new to the fam…

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When I was first engaged, I made Pinterest my best friend. My favorite of my countless boards was titled “Feather That Nest.” To be expected, it was chock full of recipes, DIY storage ideas, decorative inspo. and more. I figured that since I would be #wifing, I needed to set myself up for success by…

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Brace yourself, reader. This is long, messy, and littered with stream-of-consciousness thoughts and feels. There is a hefty dose of personal opinion that I’m desperately desiring scripture to shape. If you literally can’t even with this, at least glance at the last paragraph. That’s the good stuff. All this week I have scrolled through a…

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I have always been a sucker for a good cry. All growing up my mom would encourage me to just “cry it out” whenever I felt upset, off, confused, or even remotely unpleasant. Thus, crying has served as a sort of homeopathic cure-all throughout the first three decades of my life. Whenever I feel this…

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