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3 Things to do When You Don’t Know What To Do!

Maybe you have never had a season where you felt your back was against a wall. Maybe you’ve never felt your were standing between a rock and a hard place. I think if you are honest though, you’ll admit you’ve faced hard times. This certainly has been a long season of hardship for us and I have no answers for it.  

As a woman of God, I can’t talk about hardships without addressing why it happens.  Sometimes we simply cannot escape struggle because it’s just a fundamental part of life. Hardship befalls all of us at some point. The Lord doesn’t unjustly pour out hard seasons on just a few. For some reason experiencing hard seasons is part of his plan and no one escapes completely. 
Perhaps some of us feel we have had more than our fair share. Maybe that’s what’s different. In truth, some do experience more. Glen never asked for a Father to die from MS or his grandfather to experience bipolar and shock treatments. Glen didn’t ask for bipolar to be a daily part of life yet God has allowed…
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Grit & Grace

I’m gritting my way through grief and discouragement these days. It’s been going on for 6 years now. I’m weary from it. I probably need some help but that’s another discussion. In my 30 years as a caregiver, I have been the woman who could never fully exhale because I knew that around the next bend, Glen would experience another season of depression or mania. The loss would come again and I would have to be there to show support even when my insides were screaming, “God, please...No more!” 

Yet not because God doesn’t care, more loss came. Again and again I watched my husband bend yet never snap under pressure as his brain could not withstand the expectations certain people and jobs placed upon him. As he crumbled, I tried to be strong. It’s difficult to watch someone’s brain malfunction. To stand back and observe the jumbled jargon, rambling thoughts, over reactions, inflated emotions, and the list goes on and on. Have you ever tried to reason with someone whose mind tells them that…

Only the Strong Survive

I think the February Funk season may finally be over for me.  Fingers crossed.  If you follow me on Instagram, then you'll know I feel like I am finally honing on my why I should have a presence on IG in the first place.  As I have worked through this funky season, I realized that my studio being shoved into a dark room was not helping me thrive.  Here is my studio as it looks today.  It's right inside the front door where the light floods the space and I can breathe and work here. But this isn't why I wrote this post.  Read on!

For all you sensitive souls, this post is for you...(and me)! Do you find yourself sometimes drowning in your overload of emotions? I know I do. In these seasons of life, do you find it hard to navigate and trust your heart? Self doubt is a big struggle for me.

There are many times when I can have an influx of emotions and in the middle of this I can find it challenging to hone in on why I have an overload of these feelings in the first place. I lo…

Finding Your Voice

Wow, it has been a while since I wrote out some of my thoughts.  It's been a crazy whirlwind lately.  Sometimes you just have to be quiet till you work your way through the storms. There’s a world out there screaming all sorts of messages at us.  Conform, give in, give up, follow the crowd, etc. Within the swirling tornado of messages, it becomes so difficult to hear your own thoughts or to hear God speak to you. Can you relate at all?

I find myself getting sucked down by the hidden subtle messages and being true to myself becomes a real challenge. It’s so easy to feel you don’t fit in, you're not good enough, you aren’t beautiful enough, you will never be popular, and on and on play the messages of doubt and discouragement. 
I’ve written about this often, and I know the signs. I get quiet. I don’t know what to say. I feel suffocated by the voices within my own head. How do I shut them up?!  In this crazy social media supercharged world, I’m trying to find my voice. I feel my …

Petty On my Friends!

6 years ago, an unexpected blessing came rolling our way and we have never been the same.  Many of you know this story for you have benefited from it, though differently than me.  In the fall of 2012, I was contacted by the Tazzy Animal Rescue Fund.  I was commissioned to create jewelry using strings from the Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers band.  I had no idea how amazing this connection would become.

At the time, the strings were being auctioned off and I was sent small packages of string and from this I created jewelry for each customer.  But as time moved along, I requested the strings all be sent to me so that I could broaden my ability to create.  It has been such a great joy of mine to do this.

Then last fall came, and just as I had finished creating the first batch of 97 pieces for Rock the Dogs auctions, Tom Petty passed away.  It was a sad day and I felt such loss that it surprised me.  I had never seen the Heartbreakers in concert but I certainly felt deeply connected to …

I Am UnBroken

I am unbroken! I don’t always feel that is true but I am nonetheless unbroken. That is good. Though the challenges of mental health...all the loss, all the discrimination, all the misunderstandings...though we felt it pile on us, I remember saying “it will not break me!” I will never let it win. 

I view my life as a mental health lifestyle expert simply because I have refused to be broken and destroyed by all our challenges. And they’ve been many over 30 years. Loss was the biggest! Glen was discriminated against over and over and back then you just took those sucker punches and walked away gasping for air! Not again were words I’d say over and over! And yet it happened again and again. But not just the job loss, there was the loss of opportunity and friendships. Those hurt the worst of all. Yet we remain together and we are unbroken! 
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Where Our Dreams are Headed

Late Sunday afternoon, we packed up the tent from yet another art show, emotionally and physically exhausted, wondering if this was all there was for our lives.  Spent from 4 days of heat, both of us felt like we just couldn't do another thing.  We packed up headed for home and spent the next 4 hours defragging and talking about what comes next. Don't get us wrong, we love meeting people at shows but there are many things about this lifestyle that are perhaps not the best for Glen or me, long term anyway.

If you've never done an art show, then you might not know how intense this type of work is.  Neither of us is getting any younger and that doesn't mean we are afraid of hard work.  It just means that the hours that go into a creative business are unbelievable.  Art shows have become exhausting and stressful and so we really NEED to open the door to new ideas of growth and branding.

In truth, both Glen and I have to limit our stress load.  The years of loss has caused …