I waited aimlessly for the right time to sit for “this post”–a little later than I had hoped, but as though I was waiting for something more exciting, something a little better, something a lot more momentous, something a lot more perfect. But “this post” won by a landslide of mediocrity and contentment. This post...
Anyone who knows me knows that I wear my heart on my sleeve. I love to the core. I dance in the soul. I write through kindness, passion, and yes, even purpose scattered thoughts do serve a purpose–this I’ve learned. I’m an open book–read me and find: LOVE. Intentional or not, that’s really all it is....
Writing isn’t a hobby anymore. It’s not just my outlet for scattered thoughts and this endless voice. It’s an opportunity for mission. A “desire to inspire”. It’s a passion with dedication. As last year came to a close, I was so thankful for the past year’s posts and the satisfaction I still feel as I read...
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