This summer I’ve been reading The Artist’s Way, and let’s just say this book has had its way with me. I’ve owned it for years, constantly ducking and dodging it, but there was something about this summer that wasn’t gonna let me off the hook this time lol.

I want to be a woman that is rooted in who she is. That doesn’t feel short on time. A woman who is in sync with the natural timing, pace, cadence, rhythm, and unfolding of her life. I want to trust that I can take my time. That I don’t have to rush to the destination.

I give anything unresolved the time and space to turn itself inside out. Because one day my reflection will house (with clarity) the things that currently feel like a question mark.

I don’t think I ever learned how to “stay put.”

integrity is more than just telling the truth. it’s about living our truth as well.

if life is a dance, why do we get so stiff?

fixating won’t make anything happen faster.

the little girl within me still believes she can be anything.

2023 humbled me and hyped me up at the same time.

nothing left but surrender.

this morning I could feel the stored emotions in my body.

rest isn’t effective if it’s resisted.

I’ve witnessed firsthand how much hiding has hindered me and how shrinking myself often manifests into shrunken and lukewarm experiences.

these days I’m learning the value of simply showing up.

if I yawn too many times will God think I’m ungrateful? 

we don’t have to have it figured out all the way because we’ll figure it out on the way.

how would it feel to stay with yourself?

Am I praying or is this glorified begging?

Why do I keep viewing my unconventionality/authenticity as something that needs to be tamed or changed?

our youth only slips away if we let it.