In my young adult years, I had a hard time being seen for who I was.
I was always identified by where I grew up, whose sister I was or who I hung out with. Although I loved those aspects of myself, I was more.
As years went on, I had to make choices for my happiness. Choices often opposite of what I thought was expected of me. That meant becoming vulnerable to change and criticism.
That shift came with a yearning to experience more of what life had to offer. I began to look outside the walls put in place by others and myself to live a life God wanted me to live.
I began to capture these experiences in my writing. This became a way for me to purge, process and heal.
This blog is that journey and it continues. A journey full of love, tears, pride and lots of laughs.
Thanks for joining me.
Experiencing Advent In Chaos
During Advent this year, my life has been chaotic. For three weeks I have been focused on completing work projects, doing last minute packing, updating necessary paperwork, and saying goodbye to friends. This has made me anxious, excited, sad, happy and every emotion in between
Managing Living LIfe and Househhold Responsibiities - Mom May not have done it this way, But I Am
I grew up watching my mother’s housekeeping habits; how she cared for a home with six children and a husband. When we were old enough, we were given cleaning responsibilities; dusting and polishing furniture, vacuuming the carpet, “turning” dirty clothes to be laundered in addition to yard work; we did it all.