100 words is easy

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Break the journey down into the smallest steps you need. And then start walking.

Surrender to the rhythm

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Last year, I started exercising regularly with a commitment I have never had before. And 9 months ago, I started running, which, honestly, has changed me from the inside-out. Running has become my alone time, my alarm clock, my stress relief, and my first line of defense.

On February 19

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At 42, I am still learning about myself and why I am the way that I am. It doesn’t make us selfish to want to be better, to want to be our best.

The personal balance of time

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It’s a matter of choice, of priority, of necessity…

I think it’s a line that in particular, American women, are fed, that we “should” place priority on certain things (mainly, how we, our homes, our children, and our social media feeds should look). 

What the heck is a holiday hack?

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We don’t really have holiday traditions at this point. We just have big love for celebrations, a pretty big family, a rotating door for people who need a place to crash,

Run like you’re on fire

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Everyone finishing this race has a story. Everyone overcame something to be here. It’s such an easy metaphor for life… We want to have a story that matters.

Show up for yourself

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I was stressed and irritated and just plain mad about some things, and in my head, I heard a voice saying, They don’t listen to me. They’re not really with me.

And that is when I had an answer hit me even harder.

tired and inspired

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Moms don’t have much “in reserve,” so when we do something amazing, or even just “extra,” it comes at a cost to something else. However, I am here to preach to y’all:We – you – are capable of amazing things.

take a breath, sisters

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It’s been a little crazy around here. It’s been VERY unscheduled around here. My day job (and sometimes night job) is on a church staff. Office-wise, we kind of go with the school flow, which means hours are pretty flexible when school is out. Hurricane Florence has meant that school is still out. In fact, I’ve been home with the kids for two weeks, like a Christmas break 2.5 weeks after school started. Aaaaaand, the girls are off this week, too. (Jack attends a private preschool, and they are opening. Jesus is Lord, y’all!) The big picture here is huge. If you’ve seen my posts on Facebook or Instagram, you’ve seen. Our county and surrounding areas are undergoing historic, horrific… Read More »take a breath, sisters