Hand Picked Readings
a curated collection from the journal that speaks to the soul
There was a point early on in 2021 where I thought my marriage was ending. After a second miscarriage and the loss of two grandparents, things were at an all-time low. There was no real obvious fault or person to blame…
We will never be ready to start and even when we do it is often those who struggle with the very thing that they are trying to help with who will help the most.
I’m not going to lie, despite trying to embrace the experience of living tiny and having a smaller impact on the earth,
He teaches me about life- about things I have not know and have not experienced or perhaps what I have forgotten.
I struggle to embrace the opportunities I have as a mother with my son. I still get stuck in the confines of motherhood instead of the possibilities and opportunities it brings.
Fearful is an understatement. Paralyzed is a more accurate description of how I have lived my life.
This year I am intentionally journeying on the road to recovery to move into more of who I am and stop living into others’ expectations.
I have learned more about life this year than in the past 32 years. 2020 has been brutal.
This past September, I made the decision to take a step back from my business to intentionally focus on my own healing and motherhood.
I have been on this rollercoaster of motherhood for almost six years now. With Harley transitioning to school age, we decided to try homeschooling. I no longer wanted to feel so divided with my time and attention. I needed better balance in my life and had a lot of wounds coming up around motherhood.