Letters to Myself: Entry Fifty-Nine
Some days feel deflating, and some days feel like pride — but maybe they're not as far apart as they seem. In this reflection, exploring what it means to stay connected to the whole, to give even when it's hard, and to carry forward the names of those who came before us.
Letters to Myself: Entry Fifty-Three
Sometimes the nicest thing that happens to us is simple: the weather changes, the sun comes back out, and we remember what it feels like to breathe deeply again. In this reflection, I explore gratitude, warm summer days in Minnesota, and the beauty of reconnecting with nature and everyday life.
Letters to Myself: Bonus Entry
If I could travel in time, I wouldn’t escape this moment—I’d choose to meet it with courage and care.
