I can’t be the only one who falls into this work-a-holic kind of trap. It’s easy to get caught up in all the things to do and not take time for ourselves, am I right? Being intentional about rest is something I’ve learned before and continue to re-learn over and over again.
Isn’t it funny how ‘learning to rest’, or ‘self-care’ seems to be a conversation we all have but never follow through on?
The 4th of July is the perfect opportunity to practice thankfulness. This holiday is just one of the reminders that we live in a First-World country with so many benefits and opportunities. “Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness” is what our forefathers wished for us years ago. Praise God that many of us are living the dream intended for us!
This summer, one of my main goals was to start reading more. Between running our own business and raising a free spirited toddler, it’s incredibly hard to take the time to sit down and read. It’s easy to think there’s not a place for reading in my life and that it’s not worth the fight. However, […]
Today, we move. No, we’re not going far away (literally two miles down the road), just to a bigger apartment in a slightly closer area to where we want to be. But it’s strange and surreal to be moving away from a place that has been ‘home’ the longest.
For some of us, though, the New Year can be isolating. The better tomorrow seems impossible. A silent God, hopeless dreams and the reality of loneliness seem to step in the way of the excitement of the season because at this point, it really feels as though nothing can change. So we grin and bear it through the turn-of-the-year parties and resolutions, knowing things won’t change but deep down wishing they would.
Merry Christmas! Well, Christmas Eve, but still. Whoever you are, wherever you are, I’m wishing you the best Christmas of your life.
I could talk all day about this incredible city and the sights we saw and the people we met, and honestly I learned so many different lessons that would be too long to detail here. But what I realized, what I’ve learned and had to chew on for days, is that it really takes absolutely nothing to be happy.
October makes me dream.
I dream of mountains capped with snow and wind that smells like pumpkin. I dream of smaller spaces, cozy spaces that encourage good conversation and warm cups of tea. I dream of a permanent home, and a big brick fireplace to live out some of my hopes.
But if I’m being honest with myself, really I’m always dreaming. October, for some reason, just brings it out of me even stronger.
Over this weekend I did something I’ve been wanting to do for a really, really long time.
But now, it’s time to explore creatively again. I made the hiatus a little bit worse by wanting to come back to blogging, back to civilization, perfect. What I mean by that is I wanted my branding to be spot-on, I wanted to be satisfied completely by my presentation, I wanted you to think I had it all together and knew exactly what I was doing.
That’s so inaccurate, and because of it I was missing out.