My word for 2018 was motion. Move from where I am, to where I want to be. Choosing motion helped me get out of the house. Embrace more moments in nature. Take on less work so I could find a healthier pace.Exercise and work out more. Deepen my friendships. Take risks in my business for the sake of at least moving. But motion didn't teach me to move fast. It taught me how much I valued slowing down. And living in small steps.
So what's my word for 2019 you ask? ....delight. I
Taped to our wall. On watercolor blue lined paper. Are the "Precepts of Our Marriage". To put it simply, we wanted something more fancy than RULES. It's basically goals, expectations, and guidelines Karl and I have decided on together in our marriage. A framework to lean in to, and hold each other accountable with. We created it at the beginning of the year. Every New Years we talk through the last year, what worked and didn't, and dream up the next year. We talk about our de
Sometimes, my head gets heavy. A fog weighing me down, blurring the horizon. I would laugh at my ability to sleep for 13 hours. Wake up at 2 pm. Skip class. Not eat. "I was up too late. Hanging out." I would say. I didn't like to commit to things. There was no way to know how I would feel that day, and if I would have to cancel cause the anxiety would sting so bad. The task of putting my feet on the ground and making my bed became something I learned to let myself celebrate.
It's that time of year again! Less than two months till December, and while most of the American population is anticipating the countdown to Christmas, snow angels, Hallmark movies, and all such holiday fun. The big thing on my mind is dresses. That's right, this December marks year four of participating in the Dressember style challenge, a campaign focused on raising awareness on human trafficking by wearing a dress every day of December. Like many issues, it can feel too bi
I was 16 when my parents told us they were expecting. I remember it so vividly. At the time I didn't know what a sonogram was so when my mom passed the picture to me, I swear I thought they were showing us a a tumor. One of my greatest fears happened for a second as I thought our whole world was about to change and one of my parents was sick. But nope, just a baby on the way. In sorts, our whole world did still change. In the best kind of way though.
I looked forward to com
This is our first year with the garden. It happened on kind of a spur of the moment. I have always longed for one. Envious of others’ serene spaces and homegrown produce. But I didn’t grow up with a garden and the task always felt out of reach. With so many excuses prolonging an attempt to just try. ⠀
“...When we own a home or have more money...I don’t know where to start or what to do...what if nothing grows...”
Perfectionism paralyzes. In the the last year I have been o
It's been a year since we lost my grandpa. And while his passing wasn't a surprise since his health had been declining for awhile, you never really can prepare for the letting go. The pictures were what I kept reaching for. The imperfect, overexposed, no one smiling at the camera ones. It was like he was letting his stories continue to be told to us. It meant the world in my season of grieving. My grandfather was one of nine siblings, and all have passed except for one, spunk