Last week was a pretty awful week. Zooming in on me, I had a really difficult few days at work, struggled with homework and quizzes, was unable to balance my personal and professional life (but what’s new?), and found myself feeling run down and sick. I tried so hard to jump over hurdle after hurdle, and I barely cleared them. By the end of the week, I was curled up into a ball, hibernating at home, and watching my already overwhelming pile of responsibilities grow. Now, zooming out on what’s been going on nationally and globally, I think it’s safe to say that “awful” isn’t the right word to describe our current affairs. Awful feels like a terrible understatement, and that’s because there are no words that can fully capture recent horrific events. The mail bombs. The Kroger store killing. The synagogue shooting. Three hate crimes in the span of a few hours. If we were comparing my own challenges to those, there’s no contest. Now, that’s not to diminish my own experience for every feeling of frustration, disappointment, anger, and sadness felt so real to me in those moments, just like I’m sure that whatever you experienced this week felt just as real and difficult. This was an awful week for everyone, some more so than others. Most made it to the finish line, some by the skin of their teeth, and some sadly didn’t make it at all.
What’s the first thing you do when you wake up? I know I can’t be the only one who reaches for my phone and checks social media, right? In fact, I even find myself scrolling through everyone’s pictures and status updates multiple times a day. “How can they afford that?” “Wow, they’re living their best life” “I wish I could do what they were doing.” When all these thoughts start pouring in, I start feeling self-conscious, questioning myself, and comparing my life to others’. How many of you do the same thing and how does doing so make you feel in the end? Probably not great, huh? The truth is, comparison really is the thief of joy! We lose sight of our own accomplishments because we’re so fixated on someone else’s. We’re comparing our Chapter 1 to their Chapter 15, and that’s a dangerous game to play. Whether it’s #TransformationTuesday and we’re seeing before and after photos or watching our friends’ travel adventures, we feel like our lives are lacking, like we’re behind, and it causes us to rate our happiness and our choices against the value of others’. But the reality is we’re only getting a glimpse into a life that’s been intentionally curated, filtered, and manufactured by its creator for the ‘Gram. We aren’t seeing the grit, effort, time, and energy that was required for them to level up, and that can cause serious distress. It’s also not just limited to social media…
I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about Kermit Says… The inception, the journey, the hurdles, and the incredible victories. Kermit Says… started nearly five years ago. The idea came after speaking to a group of then-eighth-grade students at my former elementary school, and it only grew with the help of my high school students, many of whom still follow Kermit Says… today. This blog has gone through several iterations: Dear Kermit, where teens wrote privately seeking advice; Spotlight Sunday, where I highlighted someone worth knowing; and even a short-lived stint on YouTube. No matter what new addition I tried, I always returned to the most meaningful and important focal point: you. Kermit Says… was created for teens, and my hope is that as Kermit Says… continues to grow and I launch new dimensions, you will always feel central and your thoughts and concerns will always be priority number one. In order to make that a reality, I’d like to hear from you. I have ideas of blog topics and directions I’d like to take, but this blog isn’t for me nor is it about me…it’s always been for and about you. So, what user-generated content would you like to see? What topics would you like for me to explore? Comment below or send me an email at email@example.com!
This weekend was filled with triggering news that I’m sure brought up anxiety and all sorts of emotions. And as I shared on the Kermit Says… Facebook and Instagram pages, there is no right or wrong way to react. We are all fully-formed humans with valid feelings and experiences that have shaped our very being. With every news report and social media post that sparked an array of feelings, I hope you took time to both acknowledge them and feel them deeply and to care for yourself in whatever way was most effective and beneficial for you to mend and heal. Now, are you ready to press on and power up because there is work to do? You, my friend, have a voice that is valuable and worthy. We need you. You need you. It’s time to change the game. Continue reading
One of my intentions for the new year was to develop a stronger relationship with God. I thought that, in addition to attending church more regularly, I’d devote at least five minutes each day to reading my devotional. Using my YouVersion app, I decided to start a plan called “Love Greatly: Broken and Redeemed” not because I’m ‘broken’ or anything at the moment, but sometimes you need a reminder for when the time does come–and it will, eventually. As I started reading the first and second devotional, I realized it focused on Naomi and Ruth. If you’re not familiar with their story, that’s okay. If you’re not Christian, that’s okay too because at some point or another Naomi is all of us. A woman who was happily married with two sons of her own, Naomi lost everything in, what feels like, the blink of an eye. First, her husband died and ten years later, she lost both of her sons. Left with only her daughters-in-law, Naomi was angry. Her spirit was broken as she felt helpless and forgotten. She fought with her daughters-in-law and tried to convince them to leave her be. In the end, Ruth stays with her, but so hurt and destroyed, Naomi focuses on the weight of her sorrows and misses the bigger picture. She felt so alone and heartbroken, she ignores one simple truth: she’s not alone because when her husband and children died and her daughter-in-law left, Ruth stayed. Naomi is so blinded by her pain, she forgets to look around. How often are we so engulfed in our own misfortune and sadness that we, too, forget to look around?
Happy Monday and Happy 2018, friends! I hope you all rang in the new year safely and surrounded by love. I’ve been sitting here trying to figure out what words of wisdom or advice I could share that hasn’t already been said about how we can be more purposeful with each new year, and I can’t help but wonder what you’re hoping for in 2018? Is this another “New Year, New Me” personal promise? Maybe you’ve mapped out your goals for the year and have created a beautiful vision board? Perhaps you realized today is also a supermoon, so you set some serious intentions and followed specific rituals? Did you clean your house? Smudge your space with sage or incense to rid each room of negative energy and make way for positivity? Created a habit tracker in your bullet journal to make sure you reach your goals? Severed ties with people who don’t deserve you? Practiced yoga and meditation for reflection? Ate some greens for prosperity and black-eyed peas for luck? Or maybe 2017 was so rotten, you’re just excited for this fresh start and did all of the above? (I know I did!) Continue reading
Merry Christmas and happiest holidays to you, friends. It’s been quite some time since my last post, and to say my first quarter of graduate school was a whirlwind is an understatement. When I wasn’t reading nearly 300 pages a week or completing several assignments at a time, I was interning as a school social work intern or working in the admissions office at my graduate school. What little free time I had left was devoted to resting and relaxing and not much else. It doesn’t mean I didn’t think about you or have anything to say. On the contrary. This year, I leave 2017 with more wisdom and self-awareness than I thought possible. My only regret is leaving this realization to the very end–I mean, this is literally the last Monday of 2017. If I’m being honest, I think we oftentimes leave reflecting for this time of year, and that’s for better or for worst. Continue reading