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Room for more

Dear anyone out there that has been tuning in & following my journey,

I apologize for my sporadic check-ins lately.  Thanks for being patient.

I wanted to let you know that I am at a place that involves making room for more.  (I actually just typed room for me before quickly changing it to more-could be a slip of the fingers, or could be my subconscious typing the "real" truth, but anyway...)  

It is a time for me.  A time to start moving in the direction that involves less care-taking and more time devoted to what I enjoy.  I am committed to keeping my time open to truly dive in and make this first attempt at a business work.

What that means is that some things have to shift, change, evolve or be tweaked in order to feel like there is room for everything.  I have had to let go of things, put things on hold, and fight the feeling of wanting to do everything.  This is hard for me.  I want to be able to do it all and do it all well!  But, I know myself- the standards I set are high and I can't breath when I cram too many commitments into my schedule.


So... I am hoping to keep this blog, but it might evolve as I go.  The journalling might infrequent or short.  I'm not sure.

I will also be posting thoughts on my new website for my business so you are welcome to follow the blog there.  Some of the posts from this site might be shown there too.

Whatever comes... thanks for the positivity that has kept me moving forward this year.  I feel it every time I sit down to write.




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