I recently posted on Instagram explaining one of the many reason I hesitated to start a lifestyle blog - I knew I would be inclined to make it all about me. And I know that this tendency is not unique to me….it’s cultural right? (I know I say this all the time but, am I lying?). We live in a self-focused society, that encourages us to dig deeper into ourselves, to go further inward to find who we really are and what we were really put here on earth to do.Read More
Growing up, I had a troublesome relationship with fragile objects. If Brittany was around rest assured something would be spilled, splattered...in some way destroyed. So it made sense that as a child I didn’t identify very well with broken things. And that mindset continued on into my adult life.
When I was a kid fragility was seen in spilled ice cream cones, broken dishes, wrecked toys, scraps and bruises, time outs. And I can’t help but think that foundationally, we move through much of our adult lives with a similar idea; brokenness is bad and fragility is weak, and both happen when we aren’t careful.Read More
Sharing thoughts like this open me up to a type of vulnerability that I have never been comfortable with. But this type of discomfort, I’m learning, is growth. Fear of being exposed, of being found out, fear of people knowing that you too are insecure, and unsure, and confused, this is where the devil holds so much of us hostage. I read something from an author I am growing to admire, Leeana Tankersley. She said, “scared” and “sacred” are practically the same word on first glance. Is it possible that when we are at our most scared, we just might be on sacred ground?”Read More