I have been struggling to find the balance of life these days. One of my main goals this year was to allow myself to hope, to dream a little bigger, not be afraid to expect the impossible.
I have been struggling to find the balance of life these days. One of my main goals this year was to allow myself to hope, to dream a little bigger, not be afraid to expect the impossible.
It strikes me just how quickly the excitement over New Year’s plans and dreams can fade.
“Are you nervous?” He gave me a sideways glance as he looked up from his needle.
“No . . .Should I be?” I retorted confidently, with a hint of sass. I’m sure I was not what he was expecting to walk through the doors of the tattoo parlor.
Does anyone else stop and just say, “Wow, this is my life. This is my husband and these are my kids. This is my house, these are my things, this is my life.”
6:30 p.m... the phone rings. It’s Jarod. “Mom? Hey, so we’re both ok, everyone’s fine… but we were in a wreck…”
I have a confession. I haven’t been been living up to my own words.
Some days I forget to breath until I finally lay my head on the pillow, realizing that I’ve eaten a handful of Frosted Flakes and an on-the-go dinner.
Do you ever feel like your life has somehow gotten out of balance? Sort of like a tire that’s worn thin on one side, causing it to wobble and screech and no longer perform its job very well.
We are seven weeks into the loft renovation. There are six of us living in close quarters, all of us with so much on our plate.
In the weeks between finishing school and starting my job, I felt an unusual amount of pressure to answer the question, “what did you do today?”
Mountains are only moved by the force of the earth moving, which might as well be the hand of God. This summer has found me needing to hold on to that thought.
We spent the last two weeks in Costa Rica, a country we’ve longed to visit for years, and now that I’ve seen it, it is a place I definitely recommend experiencing.
The subtle vibrations of Matt’s alarm were enough to entice me out of bed Monday morning without a fight. The neon red clock read 2:45 am
When I was pregnant with Cyrus, I (like most mommas-to-be) had a lot of fears about motherhood.
I’m on a mission. A treasure hunt of sorts. Seeking out things that refresh my weary spirit. Perhaps you’re feeling a bit soul-weary yourself and could use some refreshing too. Here’s what’s working for me.
Quite possibly my favorite thing about summer as a mom is the ability to unashamedly relive some of my childhood nostalgia through my two-year-old son.
We live in an ironic time and place where a person could be involved in multiple conversations at once, in a coffee shop surrounded by dozens of people, and still feel the sting of isolation.
Here we are halfway into the year already, the perfect time to take an honest assessment of where we are and where we’re going.
Every day is a new adventure. Some days the adventures feel like sinkholes, some days they feel like the ultimate win.