How a single girl in the city finds time, fulfillment, and someone to get the snake out of the kitchen. THAT TIME I DID A GUEST BLOG. Blog today talking about my journey to a grateful heart.

Friday, August 7, 2015. The dark hour before dawn is sacred space. Its my only waking hour in a silent room, and I typically guard it carefully. But that morning, all I wanted to do was wake up my kids. The night before, in that other still space, the one where children quiet just before they drift off, my son told me the truth. Im frustrated because you say no to every single question.

Remembering our infant angel and celebrating the rainbow that followed. Yard sign from 2014 Walk to Remember. A candle for our baby. Thank you for that! I feel you around me. I just wish I could feel you in my arms again.

Sometimes we are so busy trying to write the chapters of our story. We forget while we are the starring character, we are not meant to be the authors of our own lives. This is not the way the world teaches us to think. This above all to thine own self be true. Go after what you want and make it happen! Write your own story.