This past year I started focusing on myself, what makes me happy as a person, what “re-energizes” me or gives me energy.  It's not that I wanted "the old me" back... Being a mom is part of my identity now, but I needed to figure out what else I wanted to be part of me. Lee has always been amazingly supportive of all of my "crazy ideas" and has really embraced my desire to become more Minimalist.  In addition to making our home, our family our marriage happier and healthier I wanted to find things to "fill my cup." While I love my job and my employer, I've started feeling like I wanted more... more meaning, more purpose, more healing. I've always found that helping others was a great way for me to heal myself.

​You may have noticed I’ve been unusually quiet and antisocial this year, especially as I tend to be an over-sharer and outgoing person.  The thing is no one ever told me the second year of being a parent is harder than the first... or maybe it isn't for most people.  Its not that Bram was more difficult, it was that being a Mom changed me in ways I didn't expect.