Too Full of a Life?
I don't think there is any such thing. There are lives too full of work. Lives too full of play. ย Lives too full of random. Lives too planned out. I live a very scheduled existence. Between my children's schedules. Client schedules. Somewhat scheduled due dates. Scheduling time with my beau. Scheduling individual time with my kids. Joint time. Family time. Bath time and bed times. I literally have to schedule
We circle.
ย I write this to you from a place of raw vulnerability. I am still fresh from the experience and so I write to you. I write to get out of my head. To put it into an existence other than my own. I write to give it energy and life so it may live and breathe on so it stays alive. I give you this experience because my
Me.
I kept searching for this perfect blog post. Like it would come in a dream, and I would wake up and angels would sing and I would frantically write it down in my journal and poof! there it was. It didn't happen like that. If fact, it didn't happen at all. 6 day, 48 hour work weeks for 4 weeks will do that. So when I kept thinking
Let’s Begin. Here. Now.
I had a moment recently where I realized my insides didn't match my outsides. I looked at my space, my home, and it was boring. Sparce. It lacked invitation. How do you begin to create that space, where your vision matches your heart? Steps. Small ones and big ones. I wanted a space that is warm and inviting. It's loving and unconditional. You feel welcome here. Grab a cup of
Three Gifts
On a daily basis now, I am constantly in search of, and opening myself up to the gifts of joy I receive every day. Last week I received three gifts, all while at my full time job, and all within the same day. Three gifts that only a mother would appreciate. But they were three gifts that added to my already deep appreciation for mothers in and
Right.There.In.Front.Of.You
This picture I took on one of my long car rides home from work. When I was manifesting my ideal home earlier this year, I neglected to also list the fact I wanted the house to be close to work. So my 20 minute drive home in traffic turned into 45 minutes to 1 hour. I was getting home frustrated and tense, and it took me a
Finding Your Joy
It's difficult to say where we should begin. So many things