Forced Sabbaticals and Seashells

One key takeaway from my forced sabbatical …

I finally had to break in order to get to the deep work I’ve longed for.

It’s the journey back home … to myself.

And it’s like walking along a beach and discovering remarkable seashells that have washed up from the waves and tide.

With each shell I find a little bit of me and with it a little bit more peace and love and joy and life.

Yeah, it’s been tough, sometimes ugly, a lot of mess … and not just on me but I’m supported and loved by my people … and nowhere else I want to be but on this journey of discovering myself.


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