As a child I remember falling off my bike, running to fast and tripping or catching an edge while skiing. All these memories, gravity acted quickly and I had no time to react expect to give into the fall. I would slowly get back up and wipe the tears from my eyes even while the sting remained in my scrapped knees and palms. Hitting the ground hurt and continues to hurt to this day.
This year has been full of hitting the ground hard, whether it was my heart, confidence in my academic ability or my faith, they all left me with some sort of open wound from a fall. But the point is not that I have fallen or that I have a scar in this area of my life now, the beauty my childhood memories have taught me is that I can get back up even when it still stings or tears are still in my eyes. That I can look around and realize that I am ok, that I can keep playing.
I am so thankful to anyone that has helped me to my feet or has simply sat with me on the ground.
This year was not all about the falls but is really more about the redemption that came after.
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there are three mixing bowls in my kitchen. three generations of women have used them. this is my attempt to share what i cook in them, what conversations come out of those meals and how to cleanup a messy kitchen.
About Me
- Lauren Miller
- I want to live boldly, be tender and practice grace. I have a lot of growing to do. To me photographs speak louder than words. Laughter heals. In the morning my drink of choice is hot chocolate.