Let’s have a swing date.

Last week was not so great. I’m being really vague. There is a reason. I’m not wanting to be vulnerable with you.

Okay, okay.

It was horrible. It was one of those weeks where you look at yourself in the mirror and that little voice goes,

Girl. Stop eating pizza. Then you hear…And seriously? You think you have something to offer? And THEN…P.S. No one wants you to be their friend. And THEN AGAIN…Oh, yeah. P.P.S. That Godly man you are waiting for to come sweep you off your feet? Yeah, not coming around. Ever. You will be alone the rest of your life. All of these things are happening because you are a failure at life. Epic fail.

Gar-bahhhhge. That is all that is. Garbage. This weekend, I needed to take out my trash. Literally and figuratively. (If only the mind garbage were as easy to get rid of as my kitchen trash.) I needed to hear some truth. Feel some sunshine. Be with a friend. Laugh. Drink good wine and eat good food.

So, my dear friend and I went to Chapel Hill. We ate a fancy dinner and drank fancy wine. It was so fancy, we felt out of place. (Even insecurity finds its way into pleasant dinners in Chapel Hill. Boo hiss.) Then, we stayed at a bed and breakfast called the Arrowhead Inn. Simply beautiful. If you need a retreat, this is the place to go. I was sitting on the swing pictured below. While sitting there, eating clementines (which I affectionately call slices of sunshine) I felt weightless. For a moment, the sun shined on my bare feet. For a moment, my hair blew in the wind.

For a moment, I felt like I was enough.

I invite you to look at the swing, imagine yourself sitting on it with your slice of sunshine, and know that you are enough. Always.

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