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The Hour I Finally Found Myself Again
Can you believe there was an hour I finally found myself. Have you ever had a hour where you found yourself? Not the polished version. Not the “together” version. Not the mom who has every paper signed and every key in the right place. Because trust me even when Charlie was in school that wasn’t me and I knew it back when Suzzane was little. Just… me. The me who tries. The me who loves deeply. The me who gets overwhelmed and keeps going anyway. The me God sees even when I feel invisible. And maybe that’s the whole point of today: You don’t lose yourself in the missing hour.…
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The Grace Hour
I would like to welcome you to 2:00 PM — The Grace Hour or this is what we call this time in our home. Do you have a name for this time of day? If so what do you call it and why? Usually in our home by 2:00 PM, the day has smoothed out. Not because everything was fixed — it never is or is it? But because I stopped demanding perfection from myself and those around me. I also taught myself to take time for me and to breath whenever I needed to. Today I folded a little laundry David had brought back from the laundry mat last…
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The Reset Hour
As we move through the day, I wanted to welcome you to the reset hour which I don’t about you but as a mom I need a reset hour more than most people. Or at least it seems that way. Come and celebrate the The Reset Hour with me. Normally, this is the hour where I try to “catch up.” But today, I didn’t. Instead, I reset — not the house, but myself. I lit a candle and I put on soft music which of course includes my spirit animal Jelly Roll. I sat with my Milo’s Swet Tea and let the morning be what it was: chaotic, human, survivable.…
Living a simple lifestyle from the front porch
