It started with a sigh late one night: "I wish there were time enough to ... ". I wanted to start writing again, to share what I was reading, thinking, and making. But it felt like there wasn't enough time to do the things, much less write about them. In that sigh, I knew I had a habit of sighing, of wishing for just one more day in the weekend, or staying up into the late night, carving out a few more hours, just a little more time.
This past fall, I took a leap of faith to realign my life, to prioritize a slower pace, dedicate myself to exploring, meandering, leaning in to longer conversations over second cups of coffee, and finding my way to new spaces and new possibilities for making a living and living a more creative life.
A few friends have remarked there is privilege in being able to make that decision, and that is true. There is also risk and uncertainty. In the end, I know this is an inflection point, one that I chose so I could prioritize values close to my heart: family, authenticity, reciprocity, responsibility, creativity, community, equity, justice. In building the new, my goal is to provide support in ways that I wasn’t able to before. How can I help others live and breathe with more ease? Can that breath be an act of inviting in creativity, peace, and release, instead of a sigh of resignation?
For all the times I've wished there were time enough to, here's my chance. Here's to time enough to explore, connect, create, and celebrate. Follow along here