stories of learning and moving forward
A dear friend of mine—a member of my hometeam—uses this phrase when she's done with a big meal. She puts her fork down and utters the word with a deep breath of exasperation. Dismount. She’s all done. She’s had enough. This meal is over, she’s had her fill. What I love is that this doesn’t… Continue reading Dismount.
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I have found, through time and reflection, that my eyes refuse to let me rest on absolutes for very long. My vision takes an ounce of settled certainty and quickly refocuses to the flip side of the coin, revealing new perspectives of things I’d decided were surely the way I thought they were. Eventually, I… Continue reading Silence, Fear, and a Swaying Mind
I was a Girl Scout for 13 years. Trust me, when you are a Girl Scout for 13 years, the buddy system is not a new concept. It’s ranked right up there with hugging trees and always carrying extra toilet paper and protecting your peanut butter from bears by hoisting it into a tree. When… Continue reading Safety in Numbers
It’s been 6 months since I arrived in Bellingham, walked through the door of my yellow house and collapsed on the floor in a pool of much anticipated relief. 6 Months. A little more than 26 weeks. Exactly 184 days. 4,416 hours. That’s how long I’ve been able to call this city mine. That’s when… Continue reading The 6 Months Deep (for real this time)
“Enjoy the last moments of the first quarter of your life!” These are the words my roommate said to me as she left the living room and went to sleep last night, the night before my 26th birthday. Thus ensued a small moment of shock and panic—my very last moments of the first quarter of… Continue reading 26
There’s a parade of thoughts marching their way through my mind as of late, and they all take shelter under a common umbrella—connection. This word has been set on replay, showing up in a million different places and demanding to be noticed. There’s been a sense of urgency attached to it, giving it a sense… Continue reading Trust and the Table
On October 6th, I wrote this little blurb as a note in my phone. That happens on occasion, if I find myself without a paper and pen, and with words bubbling up in me that need a place to call home. They find that home in my phone, and are typically forgotten and left behind. But… Continue reading Made Brave
Some days seem hollow. In the midst of a life full of color and joy and the weirdest moments of laughter, there are also day that feel like this. Days that feel thin, instead of full. Days that contain just a few drips of water, instead of the overflow I’ve begun to enjoy as normal.… Continue reading When A Day Feels Flat
I’ve been wondering and hoping and praying after a multitude of things these past couple of weeks, as you do upon a move across the country. There’s so much I want, and so much I’ve dreamed of, and so many questions I’ve asked about this place I finally get to call home. Prayer is something… Continue reading When the Pleading Turns to Thanking
For my dear sweet friends who just graduated G42 Leadership Academy, I’m honored to have spent 3 months with you. You are strong, fearless, confident dreamers who finish what you start with humility and class. This letter to myself is sort of for you all as you leave Mijas and head back to your homes… Continue reading A Letter To Myself, 3 Months Ago
