… which is long overdue. Jesus and I have been walking through my life together for the last 18+ years and I’m ready to make my public declaration that I am His, but I have to get something off my chest first.
My heart is like the Liberty Bell: Cracked.
For over a decade I had a wonderful best friend. He was funny, talented, and fun. He was the person I ran to when life got rough, or I needed a trip to white castle (notice the intentional lack of capitalization) in the middle of the night. He was the inventor of “deep fry everything nights” and the person who helped cultivate my love for track jackets. Whether either of us wanted it to happen or not, he became a huge part of the puzzle that is Laura. He is a part of my foundation. But crap happened and life changed. Now we’re just somebody we used to know.
Hi, I’m Laura Livingood, and I have nothing good to say. A few years ago I began laying a wall, brick-by-brick, that blocked people from ever getting to see me. Like Rapunzel in her tower, my fortress of brick and mortar has kept many a kindly prince, dangerous vagabond, and weary traveler from ever catching a glimpse of my brown-hair, blue-eyed existence. Those that can decipher the magic code to gain access to my viewing chamber are privie to only a shade of the girl I am, and honestly, as much as it worked for me in the past, I’m exhausted. (more…)
I began 2012 feeling desperate: desperate for a new job, desperate for friends, and desperate to be some kind of successful adult again. When I wrote out my life goals last January the long list really summed itself up in 3 points: get a good job, find a good man, and stop living with my parents. Like any good life goals or new years resolutions, I haven’t really achieved any of them, and honestly, it’s ok. (more…)
There have been mutliple attempts to complete a “goodbye 2012” post in the last few days, but each one just falls flat and I grow frustrated… and then it hit me… write it in Haiku. Perfect! So here is my ode to 2012, written month by month, in the classic and timeless form of japanese poetry. Let us begin! (more…)