I had one of the coolest things happen to me a few months ago: my friend Stephanie asked me to be a part of her amazing and inspiring podcast, Girls Night with Stephanie May Wilson, and I found out that it recently went live! Stephanie and I met just over a year ago at a friend's birthday dinner which led to hanging out one-on-one, shared our life stories and dreams, and both walking away more confident in what God had been stirring in our hearts.
In my episode of her podcast, we chatted a ton about God, how to hear from Him, and how to know what He's leading you to do. We also touched on finances and how we've both gotten out of debt in order to freely pursue our dreams, learning to love ourselves for who God created us to be, and little ways to live our lives to the fullest, touching a bit on doing it as a single gal. Read More
Every new year, I try to carve out time to reflect on the previous year, plan for the coming twelve months, and then pray for a word that will hopefully be the banner over that year. I've kept a pretty good record of past words that have set the tone for their respective years — authenticity, simplicity, unashamed, pursuit, adventure, change, commit, create — but I absolutely dropped the ball in 2017. While it's true that I was closing out one of the most stressful, busy seasons I'd walked through — having paid off a ton of debt inevitably running on fumes — and I knew that I was going to be gearing up for the season that I now find myself in, I was also distracted from some of the most important things (like Jesus). The beginning of last year was a little bananas, to say the least.
I'm not sure if it's allowed, but if I could retroactively give 2017 a word, it would be faith. Just faith. Because it took a lot of faith to leave my cute Nashville house, quit my full-time job, and move back to my California hometown for a few months in preparation for a multi-month long trip to Europe. It was all really hard, and yet I now find myself in this season of "in-between." As I've been thinking and praying about 2018 — imagining all of the things I believe are going to happen this year — one word came to my mind so quickly that I knew it had to be my word for the year: embrace. Read More
Let me start by saying that this post is totally unplanned, and thus a little raw and vulnerable. But as I sit here crying on Christmas Eve, I knew that I needed to get my thoughts – messy as they may be – out of my head, maybe even if only for myself. But the more I dwell on it, the more I believe that I am not the only one who struggles at Christmastime, and even other holidays where family gathers together to celebrate and act on their traditions and generally have a good time... together.
See, I haven't had a "normal" Christmas in almost a decade. When asked about my family's traditions, I get embarrassed when I realize that I cannot remember much, if anything... that I cannot remember how we celebrated holidays or what we typically did as a family. This is partially due to my parents splitting up when I was young, partially because of having blacked out some of my memories as a kid/young teen, and partially because I have spent the last 6 Christmases in different places with different families. Read More
Gosh, even just typing out the title of this post freaks me out. Twenty-eight? How the heck is that possible? Something about that number just feels so much older, and so close to thirty, and like maybe I should have my life together a little (or a lot) more than I currently do, ya know? Which is why it's so ironic that I am here to share some exciting, scary, and all around bittersweet news, because it all feels a little haphazard and crazy and like I don't have anything together at all. but hey, I know God loves to move in that space. So here it is:
Yep, it's true! After four wonderful years of living in Nashville, I am getting ready move to move back to where I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. But I want you to know that I am not moving for a new job or career opportunity. I am heading back to California namely to be closer to family for a few months, and also to start planning for my next big adventure. And let me say, I think that the word "adventure" often tends to elicit feelings of excitement, awe, and wanderlust, and while I feel these things from time to time, I'm also in the middle of some of the less glamorous feelings of sadness, fear, and anxiety. There is a lot of risk involved in this next season, but I also have the strongest sense that I am doing exactly what I am supposed to do.