2020 is the year I focused on what I want to see more of in my life. It is a way for me to focus on what I am doing right — but to level up these activities, values to the next level. It is my year of more.
Have you ever had to pick up the phone to call someone you haven’t talked to in a long time? Or started that first sentence in an email or a letter to someone who you lost contact with months or years ago? Yeah. Me too. Awkward.
When the stack of measuring cups, shells of lemon rinds and egg dribble breaks through my creative muse haze and into my consciousness, I can’t help but think to myself, “What a beautiful mess.”
Six years ago, I married my best friend. And I was a bit astonished at how the two of us have come in those years.
I’ve had anxiety most of my life. I have been at war with my uterus for decades. But I did not learn this lesson until my father died in 2013.
Pie tin pancakes. These three words popped into my head when my cat head butted me awake at 3:08 this morning. It became an obsession until I made the breakfast item this morning.