His Cup of Tea

March 19, 1989. I had to look up the actual date, but the time itself is easy to remember. I first made a profession of faith on Palm Sunday when I was eight years old. I was baptized the following week on Easter Sunday. Thirty-one years later, I realize I made this decision before I…

Spin the Wheel

I don’t know how therapists do it. Anytime I hear someone spew their problems, I want to shake them and simultaneously point to a list of step-by-step instructions saying, “here’s exactly what you need to do.” I don’t even know if that gut reaction could be swayed with money (probably not. #sorrynotsorry). All that to…

Be Still & Know

I am married to a TV guy. He literally works in video so his love of moving pictures comes as no shock. He even loves the news. And very large, very expensive televisions. I had to put my foot down with the 65″ hanging on our living room wall. [Sidenote: I just yelled downstairs to…

Spanning Decades

My office is a short commute from where I live… approximately 15 steps upstairs. It was one of the first things that drew us to this house: separate workspaces for both my husband and myself, plus extra room for guests. There are days when I stop to drink it all in. I am doing what…

Internal v. External

Aren’t personality types fascinating? I have always thought so. Even my favorite sleepover activities as a kid included pouring over magazines and taking quizzes for hours on end. It’s no surprise that as the Enneagram recently gained popularity in my corner of the world, that I would go all in with it, too. I am an…

The Shame Game

I’m about halfway through Brené Brown’s Gifts of Imperfections. It’s a short book, but I’m taking it chapter by chapter, averaging one every two weeks to really unpack this. It’s like my Voice of Reason and I have our own little book club (although, mostly one-sided), where I draw parallels between other things I’ve read…

Speaking Life

I am lucky. Throughout the highs and lows, the experiments, the discoveries, and everything in between, I’ve had amazing support. One of our clients has turned into a good friend + accountability buddy. Thinking of gym visits as joyful movement has helped alleviate the dread of exercise, but still – in my quest to find…

Ready, Set…

I began writing this twenty minutes south of Atlanta, preparing to leave my parents’ home. As a college student who’d started coming and going over the holidays, I remember talking to a friend of mine who was ten years older. “Leaving never gets easier,” she said. We started the day around the breakfast table, drinking…

Joy Rebel

There’s a childhood song that bounced around my head the other day: “I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, down in my heart. (Where?) Down in my heart! (Where?) Down in my heart!” It made me sit a minute and wrestle with the word that’s held so much meaning for me this year. As I’ve shared…

Choosing All In

I had a rare free night last Thursday that I’d planned to fill with writing. Although earlier that day, I learned that cancer took a friend of ours and I didn’t know what to say about it (if anything). So, instead of writing, I drew. I’ve been devouring podcasts and books lately – some on…