awake my soul

It’s a new year y’all.  Finally.  However, before we go any further….take in a few slow breaths.  In and out. I know y’all probably nearly spit your morning {or afternoon…I’m on my 4th} coffee out all over the screen when you saw I have a new blog post up!  Have no fear, I’m back to blogging my dears!!

2014 might as well have been placed in a vacuum sealed time machine, traveling at the speed of light.  Whatever time machine 2014 was in, it puts Doc’s Delorean to shame.  I don’t know where 2014 went…but wherever it went…it’s free to stay put.   2015 may have begun with a 104 fever at home, but you best believe I had a bottle of champagne ready to cheers with at the stroke of midnight.  There was no way I was letting the year begin without claiming it as mine!

Last year was a great year…as well as a scary year.  It was a year of laughter…mixed in with lots of tears.  A year of grace…accompanied by an immense amount of growth. And somewhere in the mix of a downright crazy, beautiful, messy year….I read these words…

“Authenticity is the daily practice of letting go of who we think we’re supposed to be and embracing who we are. Choosing authenticity means cultivating the courage to be imperfect, to set boundaries, and to allow ourselves to be vulnerable; exercising the compassion that comes from knowing that we are all made of strength and struggle; and nurturing the connection and sense of belonging that can only happen when we believe that we are enough. Authenticity demands Wholehearted living and loving—even when it’s hard, even when we’re wrestling with the shame and fear of not being good enough, and especially when the joy is so intense that we’re afraid to let ourselves feel it. Mindfully practicing authenticity during our most soul-searching struggles is how we invite grace, joy, and gratitude into our lives” – Brene Brown

I read those words. Over and over. Took in a deep breath. Let it all go. And smiled. So much of my life up until that point had been spent living up to expectations.  Putting out a perception of perfection that was far from being real. all the while, no matter how high I stood on my toes, the bar of expectations was never being met.  So in the mix of it all, my voice fell silent.  I’m one who’s words, as well as my work, are closely tied to my heart strings.  They all hold great value and meaning.  Because of that…blogging is also closely tied to my heart.  I love it. I crave it.  But last year…I bailed on it. In part due to an insane work schedule and being time poor…but also out of fear about not being able to be genuine.

So here I am. Back. Blogging. Bright. Me. A better and brighter me in fact.  A happy, wholehearted me.  And it feels really, really good!il_fullxfull.434310076_5ulzWhile I know I’m still blogging weddings from 2013 {yes…this would fall into the inadequacy, failing, and falling behind category}…I don’t know if there is a more sweet or perfect pair to pick back up with.  The genuine & bright hearts of these two have an oh so very special place in my heart that makes me smile everytime I think about them!!!  Every morning I sit down at my desk to be greeted with the most beautiful print that reads, “awake my soul” that these two lovelies gave me.  It couldn’t have been more perfect or fitting for the year I was about to embark on. And continue on each day.

Tay & Ash.  I adore you dear ladies and your precious day. Cheers to a year and a half of love and doing life together!

If you happened to miss their wedding last year on Wedding Chicks…be sure to skip down memory lane a bit longer!!

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