Embrace imperfect action and growth by learning to just show up. Especially when you're afraid you won't get it exactly quite right!

December on the west coast is the very definition of grey. It's wet, and it's dark. As I write, I'm listening to rain on the roof. Again. We're on our third atmospheric river in less than two weeks. The ground is WET. Like, next-level, sponge-soaked-with-water wet. It's full-body Gore Tex raingear wet, and even still, I managed to come home from tonight's dog walk with wet socks. We're still making our way towards the darkest day, but I've settled into acceptance that the mos

this quiet life isn't just a writing space. It's a living space. It's a learning space. It's a growing space.