Short Impactful Sentences | Enneagram 9

Words for my life. Based on my enneagram nine.

This is a prayer. And a self-affirmation.

That I wouldn’t fall into busy-ness, but that I would seek out sweeter and deeper quiet. That I would work really really hard to be quiet in my mind… not numb or asleep to my feelings or circumstances.

That I would live life, and not laze through it.

I do not need to be extreme to function… I’m not a workaholic or a sloth. There is a healthy in between.

Work is good and I can work hard. I’m competent to do hard things in my personal and professional life.

Planning and boundaries are good and I put them into place for my benefit, not my detriment.

Turn off to-do lists and choose not to be overwhelmed by “should’s”.

Stand up and live life— even if it’s slower than how I think I should be living it.

Engage with and trust God. 

Praying I wouldn’t fall into busy-ness, but that I would seek out sweeter and deeper quiet. That I would work really really hard to be quiet in my mind.

To turn off to-do lists and “should’s” and to really just sit and live life— even if it’s slower than how I think i should be living it. the most important part is that I’m living and trusting God. 


P.S. These self-portraits of myself were taken about a week ago, before the snow, on a warm day at the Texas Tech Horticulture Garden. I’m wearing a Target cardigan, Madewell (similar here) Collared Shirt, thrifted black tie, and thrifted plaid skirt. My kneesocks are from Target and my shoes are Lotta from Stockholm.

P.P.S. If I can take such quality self-portraits, I’d love for you to consider hiring me as your photographer for life’s celebrations and jamborees. :)

Snow Day

Something about waking up to see the world draped in the whitest snow… I never wanted to stop looking out the window today.

While we weren’t walking around campus, Brett was studying for finals, I was therapeutically rearranging our kitchen and living room, and I watched Netflix’ Dumplin’ (and really loved it). There was a glass of eggnog in there somewhere.

Aunt Stacie

A few days ago I got to meet my besties baby.

It’s Ambers first time having a human, so it was fun, weird, and joy-inducing to see it all firsthand.

When you’ve known someone almost 25 years of your life, and then all of a sudden they’ve got this human they are in charge of keeping alive, I’m not sure you see them in a new light, but you see them in an admirable light. You admire their courage to take on something so fragile and unknown.

Being a mom is admirable and hard.

I saw the tiredness in Amber’s eyes. Honestly, I heard the fear in her voice at times when she talked about what it feels like to be a mom. But through those two steady states, I saw her deep rooted love for Zoe the most. Love—- Something I noticed she wanted to describe during one of our conversations, but could almost find no words to portray it accurately (… maybe she couldn’t find the words because she’d been up the whole night before?). The love that reaches beyond tired eyes and confusing newborn baby cries. Love that actually casts out all fear.

It continually gives me bone shivers and soul tremors that the love Amber gives is sustained and provided by the One who sees beyond her unknowns and fears. The One whose rod and staff comfort her as she walks His path of righteousness. As a mom, He will give her rest in green pastures and lead her beside still waters. As a mom, He will show her what it’s like to care for and lead her own sheep.

And as for Amber and I, I believe he will lead our friendship through my own fears and anxieties too.

I was afraid of our relationship changing when she got pregnant. I was afraid our new normal would only consist of conversations revolving around babies, kids, parenting, cloth diapers, etc.

For two people who have walked the earth together for twenty-five years, I was afraid of being in two very different life stages for once. We’ve stumbled and struggled through middle school braces, high school drama (in the theatre and out of the theatre if you know what I mean), and similar college experiences. For the most part, we dated our husbands at the same time, got engaged in the same year, and got married within a year of each other. When you’ve lived such similar life paths, how do you relate when it feels like you started taking two very different paths?

Sometimes I think being a Christian means walking the path that’s in front of you, but being willing to interact with other people on paths that really don’t look like ours. Some Christians, I think, are actually pretty bad at this. Myself included at times. What does it look like to walk the entrepreneur/college spiritual mentor path when my best friend is walking the mom path? What does it look like for my best friend to walk the mom path while her daughter is only just beginning to exist in this world?

Maybe sometimes I will be sad that we aren’t necessarily on the same page any more. But maybe it means I get to be pumped for who Amber gets to be. Maybe it means we get to celebrate the two different humans we are becoming. Maybe two different life stages will continually remind us that no matter where we are, it’s more about Who we follow.

Hold My Girl | Her Songs

Thank you, George Ezra, for writing a song that reminds my husband to hold me tight. He doesn’t really need a reminder, but every time I turn it on, it gives me a good excuse to slip my arms under his and hug him.


Warming up to this cold season has been challenging for me, inwardly and outwardly—- but this song has me swaying with all the warm feels.

What song gives you warmth this season?

Brett's Birthday

Because I love him and really enjoyed this day.

We bought him a Pumpkin Candle and a new board game. We ate at Rudy’s because when it’s your birthday you get to pick the spot. Then we played our new board game at Gold Stripe while sipping lattes. He wore the Parks and Rec shirt I’d bought him for his birthday the year before. It’s still one of my favorite finds EVER. I mean, do you SEE that Lil’ Sebastian chill’n up in the lefthand corner?! He’s FIVE THOUSAND CANDLES IN THE WIND.

And after the day was over, we went for a walk in dreamy warm weather (that I miss so much) and I took a therapeutic (for my soul and body) bath after.

I will probably never forget this day with him.

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