We have all been the victim of this offense. We have all been guilty as the offending party too. We are getting ourselves ready for Monday morning work, a gathering of extended family, or a holiday party. We know it’s on its way, and we are powerless to stop its approach.

A handful of years ago, I found myself in an enormous time of growth professionally. I had left my “9-5” (I was in the restaurant industry, so it was never really 9-5, but you get the idea).

Walking up and down the grocery aisles. Squeezing melons. Reading ingredients. Comparing brands. I found enjoyed resentment in these tasks. Escaping the day-to-day by chopping and cooking.

Friday morning, rushing through my morning routine, I threw together an overnight bag for a girls’ night weekend getaway to Green Bay with one of my dearest friends, Jocelyn. Our trip was centered on going away for a Beth Moore live event, and we thought it would be a great reason to get away from the normal day-to-day for some girl time.

Truth be told, I have been known to be an emotional person. The first movie I remember crying during was Bambi {I’m not crying…you’re crying…} When I have highs, I am really high. But when the lows hit, the valleys seem to be bottomless pits.

The world moves by stories. For thousands of years, we have been taught the traditions of our cultures through stories of those who have gone before us. We are moved, compelled, and entertained by stories. Aesop shared fables, short stories with poignant lessons. Shakespeare shared theatrical sagas with thick plots and unexpected twists.