I’ve spent most of this week at home, getting ready for a fairly significant shift in my routine that begins next week and will carry me through to the end of the year. The rhythm of my days is about to change, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little apprehensive...
I recently ran my first official race — a 10km.Nothing extreme, but meaningful in all the right ways. It wasn’t about chasing a fast time or proving anything. It was about showing up. The last couple of years have been shaped by recovery. First from a concussion that...
Last weekend, I went to a weekend adventure camp for adults — the kind of thing that sounds almost too good to be true (for some of us!). And honestly, it was magic. Finlay Park, tucked away by the river in Cambridge, became a kind of portal. As I arrived I could feel...
I’m still learning to be more patient, trusting that things take time. I often catch myself wanting to rush the process — wanting ideas to arrive fully formed, projects to take off immediately, relationships to deepen overnight. I know better, of course. I’ve seen it...
Last weekend, under the shade of the trees that have watched over us for several seasons, and surrounded by our family and friends, we stood in our backyard and said yes — to love, to partnership, to a future woven with the same quiet, steady rhythms that have shaped...
