I cried today. My sluggish brain is so frustrating. Even right now, as I sit here and write, the fog is thick. Words and process, stuck. I feel like my brain is fumbling around
I feel fragile today. And I feel like everything around me is fragile, too. *Post 936 It’s Friday. What a Week :: 10/27/17 :: Post 60 It’s Friday. I am sitting here reflecting on
Living boldly is scary.Seeking purpose from the blackness of unknown is petrifying.Showing up anyways is massively courageous.All feedback is relevant is synonymous with you-asked-for-it vulnerability.And being counter-cultural is costly. Each one —Optional. Each one
The next morning I woke up and looked in the mirror. I still had a shaved head and it was only going to get balder. My hair didn’t grow back miraculously overnight as much
Another dreaded day. I remember it well. I woke up with a defeated feeling in my heart. The same way I woke up on the morning of my bilateral mastectomy, the morning my port
The prayer I wrote 3 years ago tonight has a sentiment that I continue to cling to. Lord Jesus, be beside me. *Post 932 It’s So Much More Than Just Hair :: 10/23/17 ::
“Beauty for ashes.” In a very literal sense, Colorado is burning up, the devastation of fires rampant and painful. From the literal ashes and smoke in the air, though, the horizon yesterday was absolutely
I was so honored to get to spend time with a dear friend today, a day after her lumpectomy. She is incredible. Her strength, her beauty, her faith, her humor, her authenticity. She is
The cancer monster is incessant my ear tonight… It’s so hard to describe this element of cancer. I’ve used words like “companion” and “constant” and “always there” and “I know the inside of the
“And perhaps what made her beautiful was not her appearance or what she achieved, but in her love, and in her courage, and in her audacity to believe: no matter the shadows around her,