When I was four months pregnant with baby Blake (who at almost 10 months and 24 lbs is probably ready for a new nickname) I attended a book writing workshop in California. I blogged about the experience:
The opportunity to fly cross-country to attend the workshop fell into my lap. It stood there staring at me, all doors open, not one roadblock in sight. We even had Sky Miles to pay for my flight! News about the workshop appeared just hours after I had gotten really honest with myself. I was on the phone with my mom one morning, and I told her, “I need to do this (write). I want to do this. But I’m scared. I’m afraid of opening the box. I’m afraid of getting lost in my thoughts.” What will happen if I finally did what my soul has been calling me to do all along?



















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