I think this is the perfect reminder for everyone that no matter how many things are out of our control during this year of unknowns, there is always one thing that we have control over: the type of person we want to be.
Author: theunexpectedeverafters
Blogiversary Week 3: Making a Difference Through Love
During these troubled times, I am grateful for the voices that proclaim: There is a better way. Do not lose heart. Never underestimate the transforming power of love.
Blogiversary Week 2: Time to Be
I find hope in Wendi’s authenticity as she writes about her journey towards being, and comfort in her reminder to prioritize this time. I hope you also find encouragement through her words. Here's to all of us as we find time to be.
Blogiversary Week 1: Living My Daydreams
Cheers to embracing where we are right now in life while also continuing to grow into our future.
Stuck in the Muck
That tiny yellow “flower” was my whisper of hope, my lifeline to start moving out of the muck. It turns out that a whisper can be powerful.
Enjoy the Small Moments
I can’t enjoy every single minute of the day. I can, however, enjoy moments, even small ones, throughout the day.
The First Thing To Go
Why is it that the things I know bring me back to a better place are the first things to go when I need them the most. The day that I should lace up my running shoes and let the anxiety roll out on the pavement is the day that I curl up under a blanket and start a different kind of marathon (thanks, Netflix).
Happy Labor Day
We want to express deep appreciation and gratitude to those who have sacrificed and put themselves at risk in order to ensure the continuation of support and care for all of us throughout this season of COVID.
Candid Moments of Inspiration
Appreciation, joy, kindness, laughter, praise - I hope to continue to learn important lessons from these candid moments of inspiration.
First Day of Kindergarten
Kindergarten!! How my little guy is already at the age of starting school is beyond me. As I’ve been working through all the logistics of our new routine, and processing the accompanying emotions, I decided to write a letter to my son, commemorating the beginning of his education.
