less pressure, more grace

Last weekend, on the way home from a trip (during which I had a very good time), I found myself crying through half the ride home. I wasn’t sad. And I wasn’t exactly upset. I was just majorly stressed out. The hustle I’d been living over the last month was doing me no good and…

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(un)overwhelmed.

Hours ago, I felt the need to write something honest. Something about overwhelm. Because that’s all that I was capable of feeling. Writing anything else felt impossible. But as I walked out of the office of the colony to lock up the farmhouse for the evening, I found myself locked out of the office. And…

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