I've been struck by a truth. An eye-opening, stare-into-a-fireplace-and-think, kind of truth. 

It has shone a light into a place in my heart that had been hiding in the shadow of busy-ness and checkboxes, and it's been hiding there for a really, really long time. Why? because it's easier. It's safe and familiar. It keeps the heart and mind distracted from those things it most desires:

Do you have those moments of self-loathing that drown out all other thoughts? You know, that feeling of embarrassment and shame so powerful they cause pain that can’t be healed with a few little pills or a chiropractor. It’s the pain of watching a moment in time over and over

It's the first day of spring. Time for festivals and days at the park and beach trips with the kids. I've always known I was meant to be a mom. And even on warm days when smoothies turn into tears

We like to measure things in our culture. Square footage, TV screens, waistlines, time, even our own worth. Way too often, waistlines and worth get lumped together. And at the beginning of each year, we we punch that cultural reset button and say we need to change things to be better people.