The Archives
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Accept the mess.
Travis and I have been refinishing the hardwood in our home this summer. It’s been a long process of moving furniture and sanding and vacuuming and scraping and sanding again and curing and waiting and maneuvering narrow pathways in the hallway. I knew what I was getting into from the first moment he peeled back…
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It’s okay to be vanilla.
“I only have two speeds: black coffee and Americanos, or plain ole vanilla lattes,” I told him as we left our weekly coffee stop, vanilla latte in hand and a hint of shame in my voice. Vanilla gets a bad word. She’s the one everyone thinks is boring. Plain. Uninteresting. Vanilla is the opposite of…
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We see your withheld gifts.
We milled around the room. Laughter and conversation rose to the top of the high ceilings as women greeted one another with punch in hand. At the front of the room, gifts wrapped in soft blues and greens overflowed off the stage in front of a backdrop welcoming baby into the world. I’d been in…
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The truth about setting life goals.
I’ve had a stack of messy notebook paper sitting in a tray next to my desk for years. It’s a pile of papers I began doodling and taking notes on two years ago. They’re a mess that I’ve carried with me from one home to another, and to a coffee shop or two, and tend…