Over the weekend I read Bob Goff’s book “Dream Big.” The word dream has been floating around my space as of late. It isn’t particularly my word of choice. In full transparency, it actually scares me. It puts me in a position to consider things outside of my control that make me nervous. Dreaming big makes me nervous.

My 41st year around the sun, I am happy to report (like a good blogger does) I feel rather inspired of how it’s gone for me! There has been a whole transformative evolvement that’s taken shape and to be honest, it’s brought out the best parts of me, all the while exposing the not so great parts of me needing to surrender.

I don't think I can fully articulate what my forced pause did for me, but I will say... It's been kind of everything. I just stopped. I stopped juggling the 15 thousand spinning- at the same time, plates. I stopped the intrusive, volatile chatter in my head.

I vlogged not too long ago mentioning how homeschooling was the hardest thing I have ever done. Friends, I wasn't lying.

It had been a while since I went on a quest to create, capture and even dream. This felt so good. Wow… so good.

We recently announced a new adventure into HOMESCHOOLING!

I never heard the phrase before. Surely, I am aware of the account in Scripture, but never had I heard it said like this.

The beauty of nothingness....

I close my eyes and I can remember vividly the list of things I saw every day.

Almost there can sometimes feel like not enough. Ever feel that?