I’m learning to adjust to life after. Life after college, after babies, after a deaf ear. This happens to all of us, in some ways.
Just as we have over the past warm nine months, we’ll creatively adjust to the next colder three. In this post, I’ll share why I’m choosing hope we’ll turn this pandemic winter, this Plan B, into something truly beautiful.
Regardless of who you vote for, what faith you hold dear, or how you choose to raise your kids, people are people are people.
As I sip my beverage and watch my girls play with neighbor friends from my lawn chair, I think to myself, “What a wonderful corona world.”
Stepping outside ourselves – lifting each other up, offering a helping hand, a virtual shoulder to cry on – reminds us we’re all in this together.
When you wake up tomorrow, you can try to be kinder and love harder. You can try to not watch TV (or eat chocolate or scroll Facebook) even if you slipped today.
What if we teach our kids to be confident in who they are by the way we live our lives?
By leaning in and getting to know the person before the difference, we find we have way more in common than we think.
Today, it struck me how important it is for our generation to get off our phones and show our kids how to love well.
Maybe the Girl Scouts had it right. Sometimes you need to find a new tribe. “Make new friends and keep