Articles about life, love, and the pursuit of hope-i-ness. From my personal blog, www.expectationofgood.com
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Bruh. Chill.

Hey y’all! Cheesy McCheeseface but also just true encouragement moment (and weird vulnerability thing I’m trying): I had a huge anxiety attack Thursday in the hospital because, as expected, I’m sick and freaking tired of dealing with my health. I just started freaking out about crap that I haven’t done (that no one asked me to do lol), people who have left me (who probably were never a part of my destiny), and how no one understands me (Jesus definitely does), and I just lost it.
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Sportsing for the Non-Sportser: An Official Guide

I think we’ve all been there: We want the friends, the environment, the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat, but we haven’t the slightest clue what is happening on our gigantic-for-no-reason television screens. If you’re one of those people who feel like he/she doesn’t fit in in these athletic climates, you probably don’t. But don’t worry about it! Here are five sportster roles you can take to disguise how far you stick out.
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The Sweetest Thing

I didn’t make a post-camp blog this year because it was kind of overwhelming. I had a bunch of people from the lifegroup I used to lead come to camp without being coerced by me, which was such a blessing to see. The girl from last year’s camp blog came back and brought her sister, which was really cool. One of my nephews came to camp(!!!). And just the experience in general was pretty humbling to be a part of. The only thing I was pretty bummed about was the loss of one of my favorite earrings.
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In Light Of Recent Events….

The reason that I have been so hesitant to write a blog about these things is because I would have to immortalize forever through writing the extreme fear and anxiety I have waking up every morning and going to bed every night. I do not fear for myself. Quite the contrary. I have a black father who, in fact, hung the moon. I have a black brother who, in fact, is the most loving person on the face of the planet. I have black nephews who make me wonder if I should bother having children because I
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My Illnesses Absolutely Define Me

Up until this year I hadn’t realized how much being sick for so long had taught me. I was lowkey (read: super high key) mad at God for making me so “different,” and for shielding me from the bad decisions I would have inevitably made. That might sound silly, but it’s exactly what I mean. I listen to all my friends’ stories about how much fun they had doing stupid stuff, and I kinda wish I would have had that opportunity, rather than being stuck in the house or afraid I’d be made fun of if I got
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Don’t Let the World Outdo You

In the past few months, I’ve been doing some introspection on who my real friends are. Having been ill for much of my life, it used to be very easy to gauge that – it was all the people who stuck around, visited me in the hospital, and put up with the special conditions I needed to adhere to in order to stay healthy and in a good mood. One of the first lessons I learned as a fully functioning adult with the ability to move around freely was that not everyone is on your side. There were people –
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He Broke My Heart So he Wouldn’t.

I’m gonna go ahead and admit something that a lot of people, Christian people, seem to have forgotten from the looks of social media: I’m not perfect. Far from perfect. Nowhere near perfect. Perfect is a dot in the distance… This year, I have randomly dated more than ever. I guess the “glow-up” is finally in effect? Anyway, it has been AWFUL. Things have happened to me that I have only seen on TV. Like, where did this horrible men come from all of a sudden? Out of the men that I have dated this
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Lessons From a 14-Year-Old

Camp was awesome. I knew it would be. 1. It’s camp. 2. I was with one of the greatest high school ministries in the world. 3. Where only 2 or 3 are gathered in the Name of Jesus, He has to show up…and there were 500 of us. So He was in full effect. I went to camp to help with games. That’s it. No children. And I made it very clear of that point. But if you know me, you know that I hate seeing people feel left out or just sitting alone when everyone else is having fun. So the first night there,
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There is Room for You

I struggle with feeling very behind in life – like I’m watching other people live the life that I thought I was supposed to be living, or living my current life, but better than me. I blame a lot of it on being ill for so long, but then my overachiever mind says that I should have caught up by now. A couple of weeks ago I had to move out of my apartment unexpectedly, which sent me careening down Freakout Mountain. I all-of-a-sudden had to redo my budget (and for those of you who don’t know this
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DON’T TOUCH MY LAUNDRY!!!

This is learned behavior from all the creepers and crappy friends I’ve had to put up with in my lifetime. The other day I was washing clothes in the communal laundry room at my apartment, which is a big step for me because you never know how dirty the clothes were that were in that machine before mine. So this past weekend when I was drying my last load of clothes, I went to my machine to see that my clothes weren’t in the dryer, but someone else’s were. There was a man standing near a counter
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What I Learned From Tinder Part II

There was one guy, let’s call him Luke. (That’s not his real name so stop stalking my Facebook friends’ list.) He thought it was really cool that I worked in ministry, and he actually works pretty close to my job. And he was cute. And tall. With facial hair. And tattoos. And these eyes that just…well, you get it. We chatted a bit and then decided to text. Like, in real life, on real phones. Things were getting real. We had WAY too much in common (we shared some of the same childhood friends. Yi
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