I've written up plenty of profiles but it still never depicts who I truly am.
Why is it such a struggle to convey ourselves through words on a page (or website)?
Well, I'm gonna try to do that and this blog is my safe place.
Why is it such a struggle to convey ourselves through words on a page (or website)?
Well, I'm gonna try to do that and this blog is my safe place.
My name is Jessica. Thanks for the originality, parents.
I bet anyone reading this can think of at least 5 Jessica's you know.
I'm 26, turning 27 in 5 days. I'm an ISFJ. I am deeply involved in my church,
a campus of Church of the Highlands. I love coffee, hot tea, rain, books, my dog,
clean sheets, fields of wildflowers, exploring new cities (and of course the food and coffee in each one),
classic movies, and photography.
As far as my “career”, I'm an x-ray technologist with 6 years of clinical, outpatient facility experience. (if you're trying to hire me)
The name Learning to Breathe comes from an old Switchfoot song and the reason I'm using it to title my blog, i
s because it's exactly where I am in my life. I'm about to turn 27,
I just moved back in with my parents, my (first and only) dating relationship just ended and I feel like I'm starting over.
Sure, there's been tears. Lots of them. Lots of doubts. Lots of anger, honestly, geared towards God.
God, you know the desires of my heart. Why would you give these desires to me,
only to allow me to experience yet another rejection, another birthday alone,
go to another wedding alone?
s because it's exactly where I am in my life. I'm about to turn 27,
I just moved back in with my parents, my (first and only) dating relationship just ended and I feel like I'm starting over.
Sure, there's been tears. Lots of them. Lots of doubts. Lots of anger, honestly, geared towards God.
God, you know the desires of my heart. Why would you give these desires to me,
only to allow me to experience yet another rejection, another birthday alone,
go to another wedding alone?
But then it hit me. The last 26 years, I've been sitting and waiting. Not living and waiting.
Okay, sure, I've lived. I've breathed air. I'm not a potato that never moves.
I have a full time job, I've been to Disney World a few times, I've eaten sushi and even tried cow tongue.
But other than that, what have I done with this blessing, which I've always viewed as a curse: time alone?
Okay, sure, I've lived. I've breathed air. I'm not a potato that never moves.
I have a full time job, I've been to Disney World a few times, I've eaten sushi and even tried cow tongue.
But other than that, what have I done with this blessing, which I've always viewed as a curse: time alone?
Trust me, it's a journey and a work in progress. I don't wake up every morning, singing with the birds “Oh another day of loneliness!
Wonder who will reject my advances today!” but I have decided to consciously make the choice to use this time
that I've been given to focus on the things that matter: serving God through my church, reaching others,
leading small groups, growing in my photography, and seeing the world.
Wonder who will reject my advances today!” but I have decided to consciously make the choice to use this time
that I've been given to focus on the things that matter: serving God through my church, reaching others,
leading small groups, growing in my photography, and seeing the world.
I'm not learning to wait, I know how to do that. I'm learning to breathe again. But this time, with intention.
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