Living an unhurried life is a choice to relish the ordinary moments.
Perhaps it is possible to live a slow and quiet existence even as the world attempts to convince us that hustle is essential and busy is prestigious.
I’m hesitant to write, but I think I’m starting to hear again. Is this what it means to “find yourself”?
I’ve been thinking a lot about the storms of life, and about the way storms are unavoidable. As long as we are breathing, we are surrounded by storms. They… Read more storms →
I’ve written a post each week for the last month. They are stacked in my queue. I think they’ll stay there. I opened a long-forgotten draft last night of a… Read more “I’ll plan on doing the dishes,” he says. →
I’ve been writing a post for five days. This is not an exaggeration. I knew exactly what I wanted to write about—a response to the question, “What exactly do you… Read more not the post i wanted →
When I was a kid, I loved unicorns. I collected unicorn figurines, even though it wasn’t the rage, and I would have given anything to have owned a unicorn shirt.… Read more have a little fun: writers edition →
I kinda like this picture. I’m not sure why and it’s probably not one that should be blog-worthy, but then again, perhaps that’s the very thing that makes it blog-worthy: I… Read more My Roots are Here →
I like serendipity. The word is perfectly bouncy and it feels magical. I’ve been learning to be still. It’s been a long process with many lessons. I’m not a big… Read more lessons on being still →