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Making : Intentional action plans towards the life I want to live. These things don't happen by accident. Cooking : My entrepreneurial skillsets. These tech companies are re-defining the future of the workforce from role based to skill based. More now than ever, it is so important to have multiple streams of income. Drinking : Ice teas but hot coffees. Reading : 3 books once - An investigative thriller and 2 personal development books at the same time. Wanting: Equity over Equality . I hate that people cannot just do the right thing by default. That we have to riot, and protest and raise up our arms and basically stress our nervous systems to get them to do the right thing. And even then....They still don't do it, quite right. Looking: Forward to an amazing trip I have been working hard to gift myself Playing : On AWS Cloud QUEST - Talk about mixing fun and business Wasting : my time on people who do not deserve a second of it. Sewing : and fixing my favourite torn jean...

 A Trip That Gave Me More Than I Gave I have been watching my friend's youtube channel and podcast called: The Steady Road Home Her latest video,  The Seeds We Plant - Part 1  beautifully captures our Honduras Mission Trip in a way that words alone cannot do it justice. But first — some context on why this trip was so personal to me. The year before this Honduras trip, the plan was to travel with the same young adult ministry group on a different mission trip. The day before our departure, during our farewell barbeque at church, my dad had a stroke and was air-lifted to Mass General. I stayed behind to be with him in the hospital and did not travel for the mission trip. Shortly after that, he passed away. So when the opportunity came up again to travel with the same young adult ministry group the following year — to Honduras, to serve at the San Pedro Sula, Dream Center — I jumped at the opportunity. The goal was to serve. And that happened. But in the middle of it all, I...

There’s something about floating in water that reminds you how little effort it takes to simply be . Picture it for a second. The cool blue water holds you without asking anything in return. Sunlight warms your skin while soft ripples lap quietly against your shoulders. Somewhere nearby, water hums its steady little song.  You’re not answering emails. You’re not checking your phone.  You’re not mentally sorting through tomorrow’s to do list. You’re just there. Weightless. Still. Untethered. And maybe that’s exactly what summer is trying to teach us. Summer Was Never Meant to Be Rushed Even if your life doesn’t magically slow down when the temperature climbs, summer carries an invitation to loosen your grip. The longer days, the warmth, the way the air seems to stretch itself lazily into evening. Everything about this season whispers that it’s okay to move differently. And yet, so many of us resist it. We pack our calendars. We push through exhaustion. We tell ourselve...

Boundaries are less about restriction and more about stewardship .  For a long time, I believed boundaries were a form of withholding — lines drawn out of fear of disappointing others  or as a means of punishment. With time and prayer, I’ve come to see them differently. Boundaries are an act of stewardship. What has been entrusted to me — my time, my talents, my attention — is not limitless. Caring for these gifts allows me to offer them with intention, not exhaustion; with love, not quiet resentment. Learning this required honesty. I had to listen to the moments when my spirit felt weary, when my body signaled strain, when I was giving beyond what was mine to give .  I began to notice patterns — the quiet habit of overextending , the unspoken belief that saying yes was the same as being faithful . But wisdom has a way of refining us.  I learned that boundaries do not require long explanations or external permission.  They ask only for internal truth and clari...

  Growth often requires release.  There comes a point when what once fit no longer does. Habits. Roles. Expectations. Even identities that once felt stabilizing can begin to feel constraining. Outgrowing these things can be uncomfortable. There’s often guilt attached — guilt for changing, for wanting something different, for no longer responding the same way. I’ve learned that growth doesn’t mean rejecting who I was. It means acknowledging that I’ve learned enough to move forward differently. Letting go is rarely dramatic. It often happens quietly — through choosing rest where I once chose endurance, through saying no where I once overextended, through trusting my discernment more than external approval. Outgrowing old versions of myself has required honesty and patience. But it has also brought relief. Growth, I’ve learned, doesn’t require an apology.