A Little History
43 years young. Two brilliant, amazing daughters. No direct path led this way.
They say that life is lived forwards, but understood backwards.
I completely agree. My life has been unexpected, winding, strange and full of obstacles. I got pregnant in college, I lived on food stamps as a single mom in low-income apartments. I became an Americorps volunteer. I moved to Hawaii to become a massage therapist. I never knew what my dreams or goals were – I just knew I couldn’t quit, couldn’t give up, not EVER. And along the way, I learned and failed and learned some more. Now I am, by all measures of the word, completely successful and I live the most amazing life. But I want you to know, it never felt like I knew what I was doing along the way. In hindsight, I see the path I took. But in living it, it was a constant struggle and a mystery to me.
This is my family. Joyful, quirky, at times annoying, always full of love.
I started doing a weekly email/blog kind of thing, and it really turned into a habit of intentional gratitude and sharing which has brought so much joy to my days. Here’s a few to sample…
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