"You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles." C. Joybell C. I read this quote recently, I admit: rather than the authors voice or perspective, I heard the heart… Continue reading heavy burdens.
In about 15 minutes, my littlest baby will take off on his first plane ride for a week long trip with his dad to visit family out-of-state. I feel like most moms would have a hard time with being separated from their babies for 7 whole days regardless, but there's another layer to me that… Continue reading I’m scared. | a piece I wrote in March 2017 but didn’t post until now.
I brought this big fella out of storage and into the nook where I do yoga a little bit ago. It's a shitty mat job (I did it myself years ago without the proper equipment - it's sad) but I love him. I called him 'the bone daddy' after Jack Skellington form The Nightmare Before… Continue reading beautiful things.
I stopped my cousin mid-sentence yesterday because she said something that totally took me back. She was telling me about her plans for next week, and she said she'd be doing something on the first of September. And that the first of September is next Friday. I interrupted her to ask "how are we already… Continue reading life is short, but you can’t rush healing.
To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the LORD has planted for his own glory. (Isaiah 61:3 NLT) I love tree pose and I love trees.… Continue reading beauty for ashes, when we’ve totally crashed and burned.
I'm learning that few can be trusted when you're honest like me. I'm learning that there won't be anyone in your corner when you decide things for yourself like me. I'm learning that there's no peace for people who stir the pot like me. I'm learning that there's no free speech when you're loud like… Continue reading like me. | a poem.
I'm Sam. If you're reading this, you most likely know me. I'm going to share a lot of info here most likely, and while I'm not ashamed, there's a lot of mistakes I intend to cover that I don't want to sound proud of either. I hope that doesn't inhibit our friendship here. A few… Continue reading formerly known as having it all together.