I started this blog two years ago today. And I used to wonder what sparked it. Sure, it was a ‘creative outlet.’ But it ended up being so much more. Now I realize—I just granted myself permission. Permission to feel exactly how I feel. To have the guts to sit with those feelings, and tell them that they’ve been felt. What a wild gift we have to choose in favor of a healthy heart. That feels, that loves and that aches—but does not choose to stay there. When you choose to write your life into a public display of lessons…
