My pride says, "Grace, your book could encourage so many young women as they recover from their eating disorders," My pride says, "There is so much potential for your book; you would be famous if people knew about it." My pride says, "Your book could be a bestseller if only people would let you promote it." But as I focus on my book and my platform and my lack of success, I quickly drown in discouragement. Perhaps I need to focus less on my efforts and focus more on God’s will.
Dear Future Husband, I’m writing this letter to you because I want you to know that I have high expectations for you. I don’t want to trudge through decades of singleness and end up with a subpar husband. However, I also want you to know that my expectations for you are reasonable. By the way, you should probably have reasonable expectations for me as well…because I’m pretty broken.
It took me two months—two very long months—to find a job after graduating from college. I was definitely giving up hope, but I kept applying for positions and having interviews and receiving autogenerated rejection emails. I felt so...behind. Was my feeling of "behind-ness" normal?
What did you want to be when you grew up? And what did you end up being when you grew up? This is what I realized recently: "Wow, I’m grown up now…and I’m not what I wanted to be."
Sean, I can’t keep waiting for you to notice me. I can’t have you, and I simply have to accept that. I’m mostly hopeful that the future is bright…for both of us. Here are a few things you should know before we part ways.
Even though I haven’t seen that many Hallmark movies, I’ve seen enough to know what the end is going to be: happily ever after. Honestly, Hallmark, you’re deceiving so many women with your cookie-cutter romances. Our expectations for dating and marriage are completely skewed, thanks to you and your sidekick, Disney.
Everyone tells you that college is the best time of your life and that post-college will be the worst time of your life. Perhaps the best time of your life will officially be over in approximately three months. So you panic.