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I Know Where The Sidewalk Ends.
Let’s talk about trauma, mamas. Experiencing and recovering from trauma is like running along a moving sidewalk. Life feels fast-paced and, honestly, maybe even just frantic. You are exhausted trying to keep the pace but you’ve got your eyes locked on the end in sight. That place where the yellow and black striped metal meets the concrete and you know life will slow to a stroll. Things will be easy again. Life will be good. But nobody ever tells you what life looks like on the other side of that sidewalk- whatever event you’re just trying to get through. No one tells you about the moment your legs, now adjusted…
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Simple Joys: A Bucket List
This Bucket List had its beginning in high school. It’s been edited once in college and once more in motherhood to add new, changing priorities.
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Walking by Faith.
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Love Is Not A Feeling.
Love is not a feeling, friends. It is a commitment. A decision to grab hold of someone and say “whatever it takes, we’re not letting go. We’ll come through this together and we’ll both be better for it.” Not every moment is one worthy of cheers and celebration, at least not to others gathered around you for it. But, in some strange way, those will be the very moments you find yourself sitting back in the sand and silently cheering yourselves on anyway. Love endures all things. Vows recited without really knowing what they mean, wedding photos with sandy buttcheeks, the seasons you’re tasked with working through the hard stuff.…
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Balance.
I’m still figuring out how to do life somewhere between these sunscreen lathered and wind-styled extremes...the planned and the purposeful versus the spontaneous and simple joy-soaked.
