2025 | chapter 8, page 242 | a birthday, fire, friends, the 90s, dance

It was my sister-in-law's 40th birthday party today. I danced. I are. Fun people. Great friends. Interesting reactions. Loads of entertainment. Good food. A fun evening. I love a beautiful fire photo. I spent loads of time listening to conversations and having conversations. Spent sometime dancing (haven't in the longest time) and of course my … Continue reading 2025 | chapter 8, page 242 | a birthday, fire, friends, the 90s, dance

2025 | chapter 8, page 238 | it’s messy

Good morning Today felt a little messy. Work and thoughts were a little sloppy. I can do better, much better. Tomorrow again. I will explore and explain more about messy another time. Also had a conversation about curated conversations in safe spaces. Creating them. Bring responsible with them. I need to write my ideas down. … Continue reading 2025 | chapter 8, page 238 | it’s messy

2025 | chapter 8, page 237 | Monday muscles

Who pulls a muscle for a Monday? Me. I woke up this morning and as I stepped out of bed I immediately feel something is wrong. Muscle pulled just above my glutus maximus ... now you know what this means ... limited movement. I have been sloooooooooow since this morning ... laaaaaaaaaaaaate also ... life … Continue reading 2025 | chapter 8, page 237 | Monday muscles

2025 | chapter 8, page 236 | friends

Today's theme is lunch with friends ... We have to be intentional about our relationships and friendships. I've said this before. Today's lunch was long overdue. Needed. Peaceful. Safe space. Resting. Conversation and thoughts flowing and floating ... sharing and caring ... stories shared ... life is life-ing. These intentional gatherings are important for our … Continue reading 2025 | chapter 8, page 236 | friends

2025 | chapter 8, page 235 | rainbows and clouds – rest

rainbow mornings and trees that look like rabbit ears I went to a funeral today of a woman who made life look effortless in the midst of her struggle with a terminal illness. The service was beautiful. Like her. The heartache was and is palpable. She was a colleague, a compassionate leader mother sister daughter … Continue reading 2025 | chapter 8, page 235 | rainbows and clouds – rest