Lately, a single phrase keeps following me.
“You’re becoming.”
I keep seeing it everywhere.
Like a quiet little whisper following me around.
Soft. Subtle. Persistent.
Lately, a single phrase keeps following me.
“You’re becoming.”
I keep seeing it everywhere.
Like a quiet little whisper following me around.
Soft. Subtle. Persistent.
She showed up full of conviction, so sure of who she was supposed to be.
Hopeful. Certain.
Soft and kind, unaware of what was coming.
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| Image Credit: M3DIOCRE aka The Nighthawk |
When The Nighthawk and I got married, we were given a wedding gift of a hotel stay out of town. While exploring the area during our stay, we wandered into a little shop where I found myself drawn to a display of moon necklaces by Moonglow. Out of pure curiosity, I looked up my birthdate, and it turns out I was born on a full moon! The description of a full moon birthday really resonated with me. It said that people born under this moon are selfless, generous, and pour their hearts into everything they do. I wasn’t planning on buying anything, but something about that moment felt meaningful, and I couldn’t walk away.
If you’ve been around this blog for a while, you might remember “Mr. Chickadee” ~ my nickname for my now ex-husband, back when this space was mostly about little feet, diy, and homeschooling chaos.
Well, time has flown, and my life looks a little different now. I’ve remarried to someone who stepped into this beautifully chaotic life of ours with an open heart and a solid sense of humor.
And because this blog has always had a bit of a bird theme, it only felt right to give him a nickname too.
I can’t remember exactly when or why I started calling my kids “chickadees.” It’s one of those nicknames that just became part of our world ~ like a favorite blanket or a well loved book. One day, I said it, and it stuck. Now it feels like it’s always been theirs.
Have you heard of glimmers?
If you haven’t, glimmers are moments when something sparks joy or happiness… completely the opposite of triggers.
A few months ago, our couples therapist said something that really stuck with me: If all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. It made me realize how often we approach life with the same old tools… reacting out of habit, fear, or survival mode. So much of our struggle comes from not having new tools, or what he called cognitive inflexibility, to handle life on life's terms.
That’s where glimmers come in.
It’s been a minute… okay, a few years. My last post was in December of 2018, and since then, life has hit hard and deep. It’s been beautiful in moments, but also messy, heavy, and brutally honest. The kind of full that cracks you open, forces growth you didn’t ask for, and reshapes everything you thought you knew. I’ve been surviving, stumbling, learning, and slowly finding my way back to myself.