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Long Inspiration Blog Post

When we got home, I had to dig myself out of quite the hole email-wise. My inbox is typically pretty manageable throughout the summer. People are on vacation, it’s normally a slower period for campaigns, and there aren’t too many events going on and no school activities. As I worked my way through emails, my calendar started filling up. It’s exciting with a lot of fun things on the docket. After a good couple of months of rest, I’m ready for what’s to come.

Giving Myself Permission to Slow Down

Giving Myself Permission to Slow Down

Why Small Wins Matter More Than Big Goals

Finding Joy in the Things We’re “Not Good At”

Why Small Wins Matter More Than Big Goals

We love big goals—new routines, major career changes, dramatic makeovers. But the more I chase big transformations, the more I realize how much progress happens in tiny, consistent choices.

Giving Myself Permission to Slow Down

For years, I measured productivity by how busy I was. A full calendar felt like success, and rest somehow felt like falling behind. But recently, I’ve been learning to slow down—by choice, not by exhaustion.

Why Small Wins Matter More Than Big Goals

We love big goals—new routines, major career changes, dramatic makeovers. But the more I chase big transformations, the more I realize how much progress happens in tiny, consistent choices.

Finding Joy in the Things We’re “Not Good At”

Somewhere along the way, we started believing that we should only do things we’re good at. If we’re not great at painting, we shouldn’t paint. If we’re not athletic, we shouldn’t try a sport.

Small Moments I Don’t Want to Forget

Everyone tells you motherhood goes by in a blur, and they’re right. The big milestones are memorable, but lately I’ve been savoring the little moments.

Why I’ve Stopped Chasing the “Perfect Mom”

For years, I secretly measured myself against a version of motherhood that only existed on Pinterest boards and in strangers’ Instagram posts.

What My Child Taught Me About Patience

I thought I understood patience before becoming a parent. Then motherhood handed me a tiny human who needed me at all hours, who cried without explanation.