My boyfriend and I recently moved into an apartment together and I’ll never forget the day we were moving in, a mean dog lunged at my sisters boyfriend growling and showing teeth as the owner yanked him down the stairs. We see them on a consistent basis and each time the dog viciously growls at whoever gets too close while the owner yanks him away without an apology or a simple smile. Since we recently got a little puppy we are extra cautious of them. We are always saying, “Watch out for the evil dog and mean lady!” Little did I know that these two would serve as a beautiful reminder for me. The other day, Andrew and I were making our way back to the apartment after walking Nash and boom, there they were. The face on the mean woman softened as soon as she laid eyes on Nash. As she was fighting to tame her dog she uttered, “how lucky to have a puppy to train from the beginning. Mine was adopted and had …

Woah. It’s been a long week. Do you ever get so busy you feel like the walls are caving in? I haven’t felt like that in a while but there it was this week, this feeling like I can’t breathe. This week has felt less like living and more like checking off boxes and counting down days. It’s Friday night and I find myself sitting here with all the boxes checked and no more days to count down, I reflect. What am I missing?  S   P   A   C   E. I crave it. I need it. Space for me is absolutely crucial. I need space to do the things that bring me back to myself when all else is spinning. I feel like I’m not the only one who feels this great pull deep inside to slow down and create more space in our schedules, in our minds, in our bodies, in our hearts. There is this great shift happening. We no longer accept the busyness. Yes, some do, but some don’t! …