Reflections on growth, identity, and what’s honestly on my mind.
I’m going to be honest with you today. I’m tired. Not the kind of tired that a good night’s sleep fixes. Not the kind that a week of working from home while they install new furniture takes care of. The deep kind. The kind that lives in your bones. The kind that has been there […]
July was busy. July was heavy. July asked a lot of me, and I showed up anyway. That’s really the only way I know how to describe this month. Not “good” or “bad,” not something that fits neatly into a highlight reel. July was full; full of celebration, full of weight, full of purpose, and
I almost let June pass without writing anything. Not because nothing happened. But because what happened was quieter than usual. Less crisis, more construction. Less managing, more trying. And I wasn’t sure that was enough to write about. But then I remembered, that’s exactly the kind of thing worth writing about. June has been mixed.
Survival mode builds real strength; but it also closes doors. Here’s an honest reflection on what it means to come back to yourself after a season of just holding on.
Some weeks ask more of you than you feel like you have to give. Last week was heavy.And this week didn’t let up either. My sister was going through a crisis, and everything in me shifted into caretaker mode. The goal was simple: keep her out of the hospital. That meant infusions, multiple times during
