I realized I’d started playing to the algorithm—posting photos of my face more than anything else, knowing they’d get more reach, more likes, more engagement.

A few weeks ago, I wrapped up the 12- week journey of "The Artist's Way"- and it undeniably changed my life.

…still worth sharing

Invisible trophies—not the kind you put on a shelf but the kind you earned through sacrifice, discipline, and pretending not to need anything.

I'll never forget the first time I truly experienced big mountains.

What has been wrestled for years, apparent in days.
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Routines broken. Hearts, too.

I would spill my thoughts, feelings, and words onto my keyboard, often unable to type fast enough to capture the softness of poetic expression pouring out of me.

I wish the path ahead were as clear as sparkling blue waters dancing in the sunshine.

With every page turn, I’m full of anticipation, excitement, nerves, doubt, fear, and dreams. But I feel alive and ready to share what’s been unfolding behind the scenes... finally.

Yesterday, I took my first trip to one of the islands surrounding Seattle... something I hadn’t done in the year and a half since moving here.

I’m always trying to impress my 90-year-old self.

I’m learning that I’m allowed to just be something. That deciding is enough. That stepping into a version of myself​... even tentatively, even just once... means I am her.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about how injury can unravel our routines and sense of self. This one’s for the runners who know that feeling all too well...

I used to think of purpose as something to chase...

What I define as wealth can't be found listed for sale.

I no longer want to use that phrase.

How do I remember the peaks when the valleys feel so dark?

“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.”

"When we don't have a sense of who we are, we unconsciously seek the world to tell us who we are..."

With spring dancing closer to her arrival, this is the time of year I miss Tennessee, my home state, the most.