I need an island escape. A mountain chateau. A chair on the beach.

Or, at least some bathroom time without narrating to my inquisitive toddler exactly how “pottying” works.

I want to sit and mull over life, but when Abby naps and I sit to write, I can’t put two words together. My heart feels stuck. Tired. During most hours of the day, my world revolves around reading “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?” and coming up with new snacks for a constantly hungry little girl.

What do you do when your heart feels stuck? What do you do when you love your current calling, but also feel that you are missing a layer that goes deep and runs strong?

I find that I tend to embrace a new challenge. I do something crazy. I consider chocolate a new food group.



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I’ve been eating chocolate sometimes even before breakfast. I took up semi-running long distances again and completed a 10K in 20-degree weather. And, last night I paid for a monthly membership for an online writer’s community. Writers who want to write book. Writers who want coaching. Writers who put more than two words together.

There is this tiny seed planted deep inside that whispers that there is a book waiting to grow out of my heart. Maybe several books. Maybe not. But, I won’t know until I try. IMG_5301

So, I listen to Abby do everything BUT sleep in her crib, and I listen to a still, small Voice breathe courage into my soul. Maybe you need to hear that Voice too. To be brave. To do something crazy. (For the record, I can’t fully endorse running 6-miles in the snow. But, to each to his or her own.)