When kids head off to school with new backpacks and new hopes for a new year- so do I. Maybe it’s because of my first career as a teacher or maybe because I love a blank notebook and the feel of new pens. Fall feels like a new start. Even when the weather in Florida is still 90 degrees, and the world feels uncertain, Fall holds the promise of hope.
With a new schedule comes the desire to get back into routines, prioritize, and plan. One of my fall rituals, besides putting cinnamon...
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Many people I know are ready for 2020 to be over. I get it.
Last year when I sat down to write to you about my annual reflection ritual, it felt really hard.
I wasn’t sure I could even bring myself to do my own ritual, let alone write something compelling about why you should join me.
A lot happened in 2019 that felt devastating. I went through some major losses, and a few...