If there’s one thing I’ve learned about women in my own 37 years, it’s that we feel immense pressure to be more than we can actually be.
It is not enough for us as believers to simply say, as the wide-sweeping solution to this tragedy and those of its kind, “This world just needs Jesus."
Can we talk about what disgusting dust collectors they are? And the unbelievable amount of hair I apparently lose each day? Bleh.
"That’s the thing about failure. It’s loud. Progress, on the other hand, is quiet. It whispers. Perfectionism screams failure and hides progress.”
We are meant to plan for the future and work in the present for that unseen yet approaching reality. But what about when you don't know what’s next? And how do we learn to be OK with that?
On training runs when you’re alone and just wanting to quit, you really learn what you’re made of and how much mental strength you have. In 2017 as I ran 1003 miles, this is what I learned.
Goodness, I wanted to be like her. But the longer I followed her, the more I began to realise that she was not exactly what she was posting.
