life in color

A couple years ago, my husband and I bought a puzzle on a whim, and soon it became one of our favorite hobbies. We spent hours assembling Van Gogh paintings and German castles. While we had fun, we also had moments of extreme frustration. (I definitely had some harsh words for the Netherlands as I struggled to sort through seemingly identical red tulips.) Then eventually, we would place the final piece and feel a great sense of accomplishment.  But after a few days of enjoying the image, we would throw the pieces back in the box. In a matter of minutes, our hours of hard work would be undone. Life is the same way. At the beginning of 2018, Taylor was applying for jobs as he finished up his bachelor's degree. He received an out-of-state offer that we felt he should accept. The only problem? I still had one more semester before I could graduate. We agonized over how to make it work, considering every scenario. We stressed and prayed and asked advice from anyone who would listen. By s...

Over two years have passed since I've last posted on my blog. I've always been a sporadic writer, and so many of my posts start with "I should write more." And I should write more. But I shouldn't do it to impress my three followers or to build a brand. I should write more because I want to.  Instead of feeling guilty for not writing more, I want to feel grateful for writing at all: grateful to improve my skill, grateful to document my thoughts in this online journal and grateful to possibly touch the heart of someone else. Morgan Harper Nichols, one of my favorite creators, recently shared an original poem on her Instagram account (which you should really go follow @morganharpernichols). In the caption, she wrote how she hesitated to share the poem since it was shorter then her typical work. "Maybe I don't always have to do 'more,'" she wrote. "I don't question the speed of the waves or the size of the clouds as near as much as I ...