It may be finding joy in life’s minuscule, mundane moments. It may be up and moving your life halfway across the world. It may be parenting as best you can, through temper tantrums and toddlers taking their first steps. But don’t fall for the lure of Everyone Else’s Extraordinary.

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Without further ado, here are my 3 sustainable steps – the same ones I tell those who ask me how I create long-haul habits – to cultivate discipline.

I've realized as I've gotten older that the more we choose things and people and situations that are who we are, the stronger we become. The more we build upon the pieces of ourselves and the more we discover our intricacies, the more we discover who we are and who others are.

It’s not about goal setting. It’s not about a resolute attitude. It’s the habit of getting down on my knees and scraping the manna for today up from the ground. It’s the faithfulness of bending down because I believe there’s something there to pick up.

Growing up, I always dreamed about falling in love. I hoped that at some point I would meet someone that looked like Nick Jonas and was very nice, and we would fall in love and never fight and get married and read books all day. Whenever I saw a boy that was around my age and reasonably attractive I was pretty sure that he was “the one.” I felt like falling in love was a super-important thing, and I wanted it to happen as soon as possible.

I can’t fix social media. I can’t fix the comment rage.

All I feel I can do is sit and stare at my phone, paralyzed by the incessant reality of a world too big for me.

The soundtrack of my teen years came from the music of Phil Collins. I’m sure my dad listened to other artists at the time, but for some reason, his music stood out to me. It had an easiness about it, a softness, which starkly contrasted to my reality.

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In all this craziness, I am convinced that opening our home to others, in the midst of the chaos of life, is so worth it.

In this blog post, I'll give you eight suggestions for making memorable envelopes that are fun to put together and even more fun to receive!

It is not surprising that postpartum body acceptance is a major narrative in mental health following delivery. Here you’ll find the letter I wish someone had written to me after laboring my first, second, and third babies into the world.

We’ve all been there. That longing to be in and feel like we belong in a space. Sometimes it’s even worse, in that we don’t feel like we deserve to be there in the first place.

As studies have emerged about the power of yoga to heal trauma, we’re able to understand more about exactly why it is an effective treatment modality. Whether you suffer from panic attacks, mild anxiety, or are currently digging into the hard work of healing trauma, I think yoga is for you.

Hello, my name is the Queen of all emotions. 

I know them all – intimately, even. I’ll spell them out for you, follow the trail of breadcrumbs, and show you how I experience them within the span of half a day.

Firstly and most importantly, you are doing just fine. Honestly, you are doing better than fine. You are crushing it.

Self-discovery is a lifelong process and it’s not just going to happen overnight, but I’ve really been trying to start the journey! I think that if I’m going to spend the rest of my life with myself, I may as well develop and be happy with who I am.  

For a while, I followed the lie that I wasn’t needed. It was a naturally born conclusion, one I discovered one day when I looked up and saw my life-path segmented into blank blocks waiting to be filled by someone else. I continued walking, waiting for friends, family, or even strangers to magically fly into the spaces, to “need” me. 

Discipline isn’t really a word we like to hear.

It might bring back terrible memories of time-outs from your parents or struggling through things you really don’t like doing. Discipline is rarely fun, and it definitely isn’t sexy, especially in the small things.