With approximately 1:14 left in Saturday’s Bedlam football game, I thought my Cowboys were going to blow it. Games are often won and lost within those last precious moments. But Saturday night, my Cowboys held strong. That’s what I want for you in the coming weeks, friends. Hold strong. The game isn’t over yet. In the midst of the holiday hustle + bustle, it’s easy to take your eyes off the prize. Pull out your 2021 vision board. What do you have left to complete? Keep reading for a fun exercise that will ensure you not only enjoy the magic of the season but also that you keep moving toward the goal line.

This started out as a “38 Things I’d Tell My Younger Self” blog. Then I remembered a recent conversation I had with my friend Jaime. You can’t go back to the old you. No matter how much you want it, she doesn’t exist anymore.

Some people create clutter in their homes. Other people create clutter on their calendars. Some people do both. Me - I’m guilty of cluttering my calendar. However, when our calendars become so cluttered with “stuff” it’s often hard to see how full our lives really are, let alone find gratitude in the busyness of the season. As the season changes and nature naturally begins letting go of old blooms to make way for new growth, I invite you to do the same.

I was 13 years old the first time I hosted a retreat. Okay, retreat might be a strong word. I’d come home from summer camp on such a high and knew that I wanted to share that feeling with my friends. Have you ever felt that way? You know you have a gift or talent. Maybe you can even see how you’re supposed to use it; and yet, you don’t feel totally comfortable walking in your calling. Give this exercise a try.

2020 was a doozy of a year that no one saw coming. How did you respond? Did you choose to show up as soda? Or water? Ask yourself these questions to find out. Remember, you always have a choice in your reactions. 💛

In 2018, I stood atop these cliffs petrified with fear. The same cliffs I’d fearlessly jumped throughout my childhood and just a year before. How had so much changed? Who was this girl so afraid of what comes next? Sweet friends, let me remind you, cliffs were made for jumping.

My parents can easily recall where they were when news rang out of John F. Kennedy or Martin Luther King Jr.'s assassinations. The world stopped. It weeped and mourned great loss. Accusations were hurled while man hunts and political turmoil ensued. Not much different than 25 years ago, or even today. While some will remember the act, many will remember the response. How are you responding?