I considered it a grand experiment. How would a mother of two young kids and wife to an entrepreneur manage to take a whole month off to rest? That was the big question.
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A Love Letter to My Depressed Self [Excerpt]
Dear Depressed Me,
I love you. But I haven’t always loved you like this. I used to struggle with accepting who you were. I used to love you partially—with some reservations and hesitancies. I used to dislike you. Resent you at times, even. But my love for you is different now. It’s deeper and fuller.
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How My Husband Saved My Life
I can’t begin to count the number of times Tim has saved my life. Not in any dramatic fashion, mind you. He hasn’t pushed me out of the path of a speeding train, or plunged into a freezing river to rescue my unconscious body. Although, he probably dreams of being my hero in that way. Still, he has saved my life. He’s done it in more daily, subtle, almost mundane ways.
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Three Words I Deleted from my Vocabulary
In my Olive-dictionary, there are three words I no longer want to use. I’m trying to delete them from my vocabulary. I want to x them out. They’ve proven to be toxic so I am doing my best to erase them from my thinking.