if you don’t love talking to them, don’t marry them.
you need that burning, almost childish urge to tell them about the strange dog at the bus stop, how you almost tripped at the corner, or just to laugh about how terrible the breakfast was.
because life eventually gets enormously boring, and the right person makes even the mundane moments worth sharing.
Erika Kirk: "[Our daughter said] 'Mommy, I missed you.' I said, I missed you too. She goes, 'where's daddy?' She's 3."
"I said, 'Baby, daddy loves you so much. He's on a work trip with Jesus, so he can afford your blueberry budget.'"
😭💔
I’ve been telling God that I needed a beach. I went to Texas in May and cried to my Mom that I felt like I was going crazy without having sand beneath my feet. The ocean has always been a place of spiritual grounding and peace for me. Mom jokes that I was a hard baby until I was near the sea. Then, I became the easiest baby she ever had.
God must have known I needed Him, because He allowed me to have three separate work events in Europe - with a week’s reprieve in the middle. I jumped at the opportunity and found a cute little house on the Aegean Sea. It had one week open. It was the week I’d be there. A miracle.
I booked the little house and drove 3.5 hours from Thessaloniki, arriving Saturday night. What’s happened in my life in just four days already is nothing short of divine intervention.
God has reintroduced me to His tenderness - a side of Him I felt was unavailable to me. I watched a caterpillar inching across the tile and just laughed. It was like God was laughing with me. I asked Him, “do you laugh at me a lot?”
“I laugh often with joy at how precious you are,” He answered. Tears of relief, those of an anxious child finally finding certainty, flooded me.
I have loved meeting Him here. I had forgotten that God is a girl dad. He made men go up to the mountains to meet with Him. But He came down from the mountains to meet with me by the sea.
He had me in mind when He painted this beach at the dawn of creation. He knew this would be the place where He taught me to rediscover His sweetness.
He is sweet indeed.
Bars in New York:
> 300 SF in a basement
> Shitty hipster music playing on TouchTunes
> Smells like a wet subway station
> Bartender went to NYU and visibly hates you
> One unisex bathroom (toilet doesn’t flush)
Bars in Nashville:
> 30,000 SF spread across eight floors
> Best live music you’ve ever heard, seven days a week
> Smells like fresh bourbon and American patriotism
> Bartender was a Kappa at an SEC school and manifested this as her dream job
> More bathroom stalls than a Buc-ees gas station
Here’s what I’ve come to: the working world is not designed for women.
We are operating against our natural design.
We are actively destroying our bodies by living like this.
We’ve been sold a lie.
The professional element of my 30s will be dedicated to disbanding this.
I have traveled the world, eaten at the nicest restaurants, been in the most beautiful of places, met hundreds of people, experienced more life than most people ever will in their lifetime, and I’d trade it all, every last bit of it, for marriage and children.
My entire life changed when I realized that I would never want to trade lives with the people I read books about. My definition of wealth is being able to take my son in the pool at 1pm on a Tuesday.
Consistently making the hardest choice possible - solely because it’s the hardest choice and you have something to prove - doesn’t appear to be the recipe for success I once thought it to be.