How I got here

I was born in Dallas.

I went to public school.  I made good grades.  I thought very highly of myself.

I was in the marching band. I played trumpet and french horn.  I wasn't very good.  But I was a squad leader.  I thought very highly of myself.

I was in theater.  I always got small roles, even though I thought I was a lead actress.  I thought very highly of myself.

I went to college.  I made bad grades and bad decisions.  I thought very highly of myself.

I moved back home with mom and dad.  I got into lots of debt.  I got fired.  I took a job I didn't like.  I deserved better!  I thought very highly of myself.

I got an MBA.  I didn't know what to do with it.  I wanted to do something good with my life.  But I didn't know how.

I still do. And I still don't.  

But in the meantime...

I met a guy.  Three weeks later, I knew I wanted to marry him.  Four months after that, I moved across the country to be with him.  Three months after that, I married him.

Then I went crazy.  Don't worry; I'm better now.

I've spent the past three and half years figuring out who I am.  In this new place.  With this new life.  

"For through the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think more highly of himself than he ought to think; but to think so as to have sound judgment, as God has allotted to each a measure of faith." - Romans 12:3