• January 18, 2017



    Hope.  This year – 2017 – I decided that I would focus on hope and make it a priority to stay positive in all the varied aspects of my life.  Since then, I’ve been thinking an awful lot about this post and trying to figure out how to convey all of the things I want to you.  I’ve wracked my brain and started this a hundred times in my head.  But, if I’m being completely honest, I have also been fervently avoiding this post.

    You know how when you ask for courage, life tends to give you all kinds of terrible challenging things to be courageous about?  Or you ask for patience and life presents you with trials that make you feel… not so patient?  That’s kind of how I am feeling right now about hope.  Sometimes I just don’t feel very hopeful.  Sometimes I think it would be better to pull the covers over my eyes and pretend the world doesn’t exist from the comfort of my bed.

    Perhaps that is just it, though.  Perhaps hope (and love and gratitude) is not meant to be a feeling so much as it a choice.  Perhaps hope means dragging yourself out of bed when you’d rather stay hidden.

    In 2011, Michelle Obama addressed a group of young women leaders in South Africa and said “You may not always have a comfortable life and you will not always be able to solve all of the world’s problems at once but don’t ever underestimate the importance you can have because history has shown us that courage can be contagious and hope can take on a life of its own.”  She goes on to say that when people start asking questions and begin having these conversations… these are acts of hope and the ripples grow exponentially outward from there.

    So, I guess what I am saying is that if the world is overwhelming, and you know you can’t solve all of the problems you dearly wish you could; If there seems to be no good or joyful thing to keep you going; If you’re struggling – choose hope.  Choose to crawl out from the protective covers of bed and begin again.  Find a thing that you care about,or a thing that gives you peace and let that be the first stone dropped into the water and watch how the ripples spread.  Your question or thought or passion may ripple so far that you become a source of hope for someone else who needs it.

    In the coming months, I implore you to find your hope and spread it around like wildfire.

  • July 21, 2014

    Where do I want to be in 10 Years?

    In ten years, I will be almost 37 years old.


    So… by the time I’m almost 40, where do I want to be?  What do I want in life?

    I think I want kids.  Defiantly before turning 40.  I don’t have any interest in being an older mom… I mean, I feel like I don’t have enough energy now.  How would I survive?

    I also think I might take the leap and go back to school for my masters in that time.  Although, I’m not totally sold on that yet.  Either way, I am pretty sure I want to keep working as a social worker.  I like the job I have now, but in ten years I’m not sure I’ll fell the same way.  Maybe there will be a management position that opens up or something more focused on policy and progress of the agency?  I don’t know, but I’m open to the possibilities.

    The other thing I would really like to accomplish in the next ten years is to travel.  I have such a passion for experiencing different cultures and places… I just don’t have the bank account to support that yet.


    Whatever the outcome of the next ten years, I mostly just want to be happy.  I want to continue to be madly in love with my husband.  I want to be able to say that I’ve enjoyed my life and that I’ve made the lives of other better.  I want the world to be better for having me in it for nearly 40 years.

    Can you really hope for more in this life?