It’s hard to believe tomorrow is the 1st day of August. The year has moved like a quiet current sometimes steady, sometimes unpredictable but always nudging me forward. Forward is all I know to do, always looking for the blessings and joys along the way.
Back in February, I wrote about closing the chapter on 2024 and stepping into 2025 with a heart open to whatever would come next. I didn’t have all the answers (I still don’t), but I had a deep desire to move forward with more intention, more creativity, and more peace. Looking back now, I can say, I've stayed true to that path.
I have been exploring new creative expressions—watercolor, mixed media, art journaling. I’m allowing myself to play, to experiment, to color outside the lines (sometimes literally). If I don’t feel like painting, I color in a book or write a poem.
Professionally, I’ve settled more deeply into my role as Community Liaison. It’s not always an easy space to hold—balancing people, rules, and expectations—but I’ve found my voice in it. I’ve learned when to speak gently, when to stand firm, and when to simply listen. There’s a strange kind of art in that too.
And then there’s my writing. Quietly, almost behind the scenes, it’s been growing. I’ve been gathering poems, journal reflections, and ideas for a creative workbook, something that weaves together healing, faith, and self-expression. I don’t know exactly what shape it will take yet.
In the stillness, I’ve learned to let go of how things should look, and to trust how they feel.
And so, here I am—August 2025. Still growing.
There’s still so much of the year left to live. So many stories yet to unfold. I'm looking forward to what's next....
