Snow is falling gently outside. The baby is napping soundly in the nursery. Christmas music is playing. Hot coffee is in hand. Life is good, and I have a few moments to reflect before the Christmas festivities are in full swing.
I don’t feel ready for Christmas, to be honest. I didn’t do it the way I wish I did. We were slow on the uptake of decorating. My gifts aren’t as thoughtful as I want them to be. I haven’t mailed our Christmas cards yet. We don’t even have stockings. But, we have each other. And we have a very blessed life. And we have 365 days until next Christmas Eve so at least I have time to do that one better.
For now, I just need to let it go. That’s what I’m going to spend 2019 doing. Continue reading “honouring the heart”
Happy New Year, my lovely people!
This is a time of reflection for many, as a fresh new calendar year begins we get to look at the 12 months of possibilities that lie ahead. Of course, my mind has been racing leading up to 2018. There are going to be so many changes, and likely lots of challenges as Chad an I embark on a new chapter. But there’s one thing that has been weighing heavy on this heart of mine: personal identity.
Who am I? How did I get here? How do I get to where I want to be? Who do I want to be?
If this is ringing true for you, read on. And if you have any suggestions, please do share! Continue reading “not just anything”
Snoop Dogg says it best, “I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind.” This has been me for at least the past 5 years of my life. After making some really poor financial decisions (never loan money and NEVER co-sign for anyone), the recovery process has been long and challenging. I am finally getting to the point where I feel confident with myself and my dolla billz. But these past few weeks have had my head spinning with thoughts about expenses, working poor, and wages. Continue reading “money talks”
Can true happiness be found when life’s decisions are rooted in logic and reason? Continue reading “deciding what not to be”
I’m not sure how it happened. Maybe it stems from being bullied as a child. Or maybe it’s from my exposure to major health crises at a young age. It could be society’s influence. Or maybe it’s just me. Either way, I have spent the majority of my life filled with fear. And I must say, I’m getting pretty tired of it. Continue reading “from fearful to fearless”
It comes as no surprise to me now how drawn to the water I was over the past year. When I needed healing, or grace, or a place to go and just be alone, it was the water’s edge that I chose. But why? Continue reading “changing tides”