Sometimes we just have to let go… A few days ago, I cut my locs! After six years I let them go. Today, I finally threw them in the trash. I held on to them just in case I wanted to reattach them in the future. But I finally decided today, that I won’t go…
Category: journey
The Walking Dead
It’s been a long time. I have been in seclusion. Writing words only in my personal journal, not yet ready or sure how to articulate clearly the last 7 months of my life on the blog. I took 6 months from January to July to intentionally slow down and love on myself. I disconnected from…
Facing My Giants
As fall approaches so does a fresh new homeschool year. We school year round, but our summers are full of fun, camps and academically we focus on reading and basic math review. Every September we start full steam ahead and begin with renewed goals and plans for the year. The last several months, I internally…
Broken Glass
This week several glass items have been shattered all over my kitchen floor. First a measuring cup and then a light fixture. Glass on the ground is a nightmare to clean up. It’s as if we never find all of the pieces. And just when you think you have someone steps on the tiniest shard. …
Unplugged
A few weeks ago I deleted my Facebook page. This was probably one of the most freeing decisions I have made recently. My mind is clear, my thoughts uncluttered. In this social media driven world we often times need to unplug from the hustle and bustle of constantly being connected to the outside world. In September…
Legacy
Today is the funeral. The day where we officially say goodbye. I know the day will be filled with tears, joy, sadness, celebration, laughter and most importantly, family. The past few days in Arizona have been life giving. Even though we are here because of a death, there is something powerful about reconnecting with family,…
Road to 30
In 17 days I will be 30. I have waited my entire life to be thirty. You see, I have always acted older than my actual age. So turning 30 I feel my number age will “almost” match my maturity level. The last year of my 20’s has been a roller coaster; well an emotional…
Coffee Date
If we were having coffee right now, I would be crying. Crying tears of grief. Expressing a pain in my heart and would need a shoulder to cry on. Let me explain. Today is the funeral for my pastors mom, and also for my neighbors 34 year old son. My nana in-love doesn’t have long…