The year everything changed

I’m not sure why I’m here, honestly. But as I sit here with my coffee, in the stillness of the morning before the rest of the house wakes up, I find myself navigating the mouse and here I am. It’s been a wild few years. Hard. Beautiful. Important. I feel like I got strapped into a rollercoaster at the beginning of 2019 and things haven’t really slowed down since. I lost myself in those years. I’ve found myself, too. And here I am now with all the pieces of who I am and who I used to be spread out on the kitchen table wondering what was it all for?

If you’re new here, well, I don’t even know how to give you the spark notes version of the last 5 years. There’s been a lot of crazy twists and turns that I truly believe, deep down, have been for a purpose. Despite everything, I’ve always maintained a strong faith that God’s in this. All of this. The good. The bad. All on purpose.

I can see now, looking back, how I had to break in order for certain pieces to fit into my life. I think back to the girl I was sitting in my office on that afternoon in 2019 when my husband stood in the doorway telling me he’d lost his job. An overwhelming calmness rushed over that girl, much the same way it did back in 2014 when the same thing happened. God. I was scared, of course. But I was prepared for battle. Whatever this way shall come I remember thinking. Fear, I’ve learned, has a trusty companion if you allow it on the journey. Excitement. I worry now, if that girl had known what was really coming, she wouldn’t have felt excited at all. Luckily, she had no clue what was coming her way. Naive? Maybe. But I also believe that the excitement — the hope — is what guards our hearts. It’s what keeps us moving forward even when everything feels totally and completely out of control.

So I guess I’m here to tell you that. That hope has the power. That looking back at it all, sifting through the mess of the last 5 years, I found a shiny thread. And as I tugged at it, I found the hope laced through each and every difficulty, threading together something durable and beautiful.

2023 was one for the record books for me, friends. I became an Amazon Bestselling Author 9 freaking years after the book published. 🤯 I still don’t know how to wrap my mind around that one. But most importantly, 2023 reawakened a part of me I thought I had to put to rest. I’m writing again, and it feels like coming home.

In case you missed it, the 2nd book in the Yeah, maybe series, Not so much, released on September 1, 2023. And the third (and final!) book in the series will release late next year.

I feel like I owe you all such an enormous thank you. This year was so damn hard but so wonderful because of all of you. I wouldn’t be here without you.

I can’t wait to see what 2024 has in store. 🥰

Happy New Year!