Do everything. Be everything. Rushing from one place to the next. From one activity to the next. From one obligation to the next. Stretched thin. Hanging on by a thread. Just pushing through. Survival mode. Existing on auto- pilot. It's an epidemic. My dear, sweet friends, For the past few weeks, I've been feeling stuck. Even with the best intentions to start the New Year in a good place, I can honestly say I haven't felt much like myself. I've avoided writing, creating, this

So lemme take a guess as to why you're here reading this post. Hmmm... You've reheated your coffee for the 7th time this morning, because kids. Your child walked right past her father, climbed up a flight of stairs to ask you to open a pack of fruit snacks and is now trying to squeeze that pack of fruit snacks to you through the crack of the bathroom door. You've considered telling your children that their real mother lives in North Dakota and it's time to take a nice little

I'll be the first to admit it. Sometimes I become so consumed with life and busy-ness and adulting that I don't even know how to begin navigating this journey back to myself. Talk about a mid-life crisis (I'll be 34 on 2/12, i.e. TOMORROW, Y'all!!). During some intentional moments of self- reflection over the past several months, I realized that I'd spent so much of my life trying to be "good," I never took the time to figure out how to be 'Me...' It's as if I'm waiting for a