Livin’ the Dream
Sometimes the dreams we casually throw into the universe have a funny way of becoming reality. From auditioning for Broadway to writing a book, raising a family, and learning to enjoy a well-deserved break, I'm discovering that living the dream isn't always about achieving the outcome we imagined. Sometimes it's about looking around and realizing how much of the life we once hoped for we're already living.
Time Isn’t Real
Time isn’t real. I’ve said it approximately a thousand times before, and I stand by it. Somehow it’s already October, my favorite season is here, and another year seems to be racing toward the finish line. Maybe I can’t slow any of it down—but I can pay attention while it’s happening.
Pushing Pause on the Pursuit of Happiness
For most of my life, I’ve been very good at chasing more—more goals, more plans, more accomplishments, more of whatever comes next. But lately, something feels different. I still have dreams (including one that’s somehow become an actual second draft of a book!), but I’m beginning to realize I don’t have to wait for those dreams to come true before I’m allowed to enjoy my life. Maybe I’m actually starting to understand this whole thriving thing!
Maybe This Is Thriving
What if thriving isn't somewhere on the other side of everything that's hard? Maybe resilience isn't always dramatic. Maybe it's ordinary—showing up, loving, praying, hoping, and trying again tomorrow. I've spent so much time waiting for the next big thing that I'm beginning to wonder if I've misunderstood which parts were the big things all along.
Remember September 12
Twenty-five years after September 11, I find myself thinking about the fear, the grief, the flags, and the extraordinary way strangers turned toward one another. Maybe remembering that day means more than honoring what we lost. Maybe it also means remembering what we discovered about ourselves—and what we’re still capable of becoming.