Slow enough to be intentional. Fast enough to feel fulfilled

Gratitude drips like golden threads,
A salve to heal where sorrow spreads.

I want to not love Valentine’s Day.

I'm not ashamed to admit...

You're 9 years old today, Scout!
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When did that happen?

For so long, I searched in the faces of others…

You'll never have to wonder if I’m happy.
It’ll be obvious, even without words.

I hope every hard decision you have to make can be made in the sunshine.

On a day like today, you deserve something beautiful.

I can feel it in the way the air kisses the back of my neck,
how the tiny hairs rise so delicately after being softly caressed.

I’ve seen a few others do this (and I did this last year!) and am a big fan. This doesn’t speak for the collective or even for trends. But these are my takes on what is in and out for 2025...

It is the year of perspective.

Starting in 2015, Nick and I have picked a “word of the year” towards the end of each December.

I can't believe we are wrapping up 2024.

I HATED having my birthday on December 22nd for much of my life. I wrote about this last year and how my perspective has shifted as I've gotten older. I talked specifically about how much I have learned to love my birthday because it's the first day we move towards brighter days. How it is the first light in the darkness; it is the turn towards ever-increasing hope.

A wise friend posed that question to me on a call a couple of weeks ago, and I haven’t been able to shake it since.

Two years ago, I launched the "Insatiably Curious Club."

“A glimmer is the exact opposite of a trigger—it is some kind of cue, either internal or external, that brings one back to a sense of joy or safety.”

A refrain, a whisper, a question I've carried quietly for years, echoing through moments and places - work, family, friendships, a toxic ex.

No wonder I've always hated the rain.