Wednesday. I hang up my laundry. I spray my linen with lavender. I eat oats and chia seeds and almonds, and I reply to emails. I soak chickpeas. I sit on the windowsill wishing a little that I could be someone different but instead I am just me; worried and thin-skinned. Fragile yet whole. Like a water balloon, like a spider web, like an Easter egg in the excited hands of a toddler.
I am a little anxious, a little vulnerable, but here I am anyway, trying to be the kind of person who can accept these feelings sometimes. Trying to be someone who occasionally feels overwhelmed and frustrated and weary. Trying to be someone who moderates my tone of voice, who tries to remember that everyone is hoisting around their own insecurities and struggles and moods, who understands that no one is the villain in their own story.
Who goes home to fold laundry, cook my chickpeas and eat a handful of small cookies shaped like stars.
A few weeks ago, I hiked my 1,000th mile of the Appalachian Trail – a goal that I spent years working towards. This trail has given me more strength, confidence, and happiness than I ever fathomed. No amount of trail stewardship will ever make up for the endless debt I feel I owe the AT. I am forever grateful for the lessons it teaches and the person it has made me become. (Link in bio)
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One of the things I love about designing for weddings & events is seeing all of the different hands join together to create the day. Each person with their own role & perspective brings their excitement & joy to make a memory.
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