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I’ve been thinking a lot about hope this week. Especially how I tend to live without it. What I mean by that is I’m so used to waiting, and waiting and waiting and waiting, but without the desired results. There are at least two issues with this: I stopped waiting expectantly. I fell into a
I didn’t like January very much. It felt like a never ending, vast expanse of dreariness. Like thick fog over a graveyard. Maybe because we had to get used to winter without Christmas and home without Hannah. It could be because something is always left behind when you go through a transition. There’s also a
I don’t do well with waiting. Especially when I feel like I’ve done all the things I’m supposed to do to see results; setting intentions, writing goals, and doing the next right thing. Then, I get restless. The next thing I know, I’m rearranging furniture. So, it makes perfect sense (in retrospect) that I was rearranging
We’d just gotten home from celebrating Christmas with family when my daughter said, “Christmas night feels so final, like everything is over until next year.” I told her I understood, that I used to feel the same way. Then, I shared how I move past the sadness by telling myself Christmas day is actually the
So many people talked about taking down Christmas decor, making fresh starts, and setting new goals in the week leading up to New Year’s Eve that my soul felt rushed. But, I wanted to look forward to the New Year. So, at about 11: 15 p.m., I sat on my couch and turned the channel
We tend to go into the holidays with hopes of everyone getting along and having a nice time. We cross our fingers and hope no one brings up a touchy subject, steps on someone’s toes, or meddles where they shouldn’t. I get it. I’ve been at holiday gatherings gone wrong. But, the truth is messy
I used to spend the week of Thanksgiving racing the clock to put up all of my Christmas decor by Thanksgiving day. The day after Thanksgiving, I’d run around town like a mad women on a mission to buy as many gifts as possible, without a gift guide to help. All in the name of
I finally did it! Not only was my house, the food and I ready before guests arrived, but I actually greeted everyone at the door, offering them a glass of pretty, pink Moscato garnished with raspberries. Granted, the only reason that I was able to entertain in style is because my parents, who are normally
I stared at the vintage, electric fireplace for years, wishing it to be different. With a more realistic flame. And built-in, with a working heater. But it was none of those things. So, my soul kept longing for one day when I could get a real fireplace. Maybe not unlike the way Pinocchio dreamed of
I used to think that clearing the clutter was where you walk through the messy middle. But, after digging up a dead tree that exposed a long history of negative self-talk (you’ll have to keep reading to understand), I now know decluttering is only the beginning… Tuesday, October 8, 2019 The day started like any
I’ve noticed an inner shift with the start of Fall. It’s like the anticipating of cooler, crisp air is inviting me to enter into frivolity and calling me to nest all at the same time. I’m actually surprised at how much I’m looking forward to the Fall season since I usually struggle to let Summer
I grew more and more frustrated as I sat on the couch, not feeling well enough to do all the things I wanted to do. I fought feelings of embarrassment, maybe even shame, over not having a productive day. As I seek balance between productivity, rest and play, I’m realizing pursuing productivity isn’t bad or
I sat burdened for days after Matt and I got home from vacation. I was confused by my body. And mad it kept me from being present and fully enjoying my vacation. I was angry that outside distractions interrupted our vacation. Then, I questioned my anger. It was all so overwhelming. As my Practitioner and
How long will I feel so relaxed? I wondered as I rinsed the sand off my sunkissed skin. There’s just something about beach; the salt air, the crashing waves, the seagull’s cry, and the ocean breeze all colliding together in a magnificent force that calms me like nothing else. The tension in my tight shoulders
