Decision Time: Put on Your Big Girl Pants

September 26, 2013

I am admitting it. It is that season of life. All I want to do is kick and scream… spend the day in bed with my dog… and indulge in a never ending bowl of mexican queso using only the chips in the bag with the little curled edge to them.


Throughout the day, it’s safe to say that I want to 1. Pound my head repeatedly on my grimy keyboard 2. Light my hair on fire and make a run for it or 3. Crawl under a rock and come out when the coast is clear. Unfortunately, none of the above is the answer that will give you the green little “correct” check mark and point higher on the exam called life. It’s no specific thing, it’s really just 90% of everything. Like I said, it appears to be that season of life. So this is me telling you life’s hard and I’m drowning and  therefore, I have a decision to make. I can throw a fit like a two year old on the grocery story floor, or I can put my big girl pants on and get over it. So here I am, searching for endurance and strength with the launching pad of the B-I-B-L-E.

So here we go… I’m fist pumping, running down the sidewalk (and secretly hoping I don’t trip on that one weird square slab that reaches out with its monster arms and brings you into that embarrassing trip/stutter/I don’t know how to walk thing), getting pumped.

Kortni Marie

And if you see me curled up in bed with a bowl of queso, steal all of the curly chips and run for the hills.

Until next time…
-kortni marie

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