A Baby Was NOT in My Plan

A Baby Was NOT in My Plan

I had a plan for my life. I was a planner. I had a plan. Everything was going to plan.

I was supposed to get my masters degree and start my career in nutrition, then meet a man, fall in love, get married, and travel the world together. After seeing everything there is to see, I’d come back and start my own business. I didn’t know what that business would be or where it would take me, but I knew I needed to help women - my business would help women one day, I just didn’t know how.

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Finding a Voice Through Greeting Cards

Finding a Voice Through Greeting Cards

I am a quiet person, pretty much in all the ways.  I don’t talk a lot, and when I do, people often literally can’t hear me.  Shy, a little socially anxious, and nestled cozily on the far end of the introvert-extrovert spectrum, you can often find me hovering near the food at parties, hiding in the bathroom for a breather during work functions, and completely absent from networking events. 

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5 Year Plan (or not)

5 Year Plan (or not)

I do not have a five year plan. I feel oddly ashamed, admitting this. Like I just admitted that I like to wear mismatched shoes or something. But no, I just realized this week that I do not have a plan for what’s next, and maybe I should. Granted, I have never in my (short) adult life had a five year plan. And when I have had plans for longer than a year or two in advance, they have never worked out quite the way I thought they would.

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Venezuela 2005

Venezuela 2005

It is spring break, 2005. I am standing centered on a dirt road in a tiny village, outside of Maracaibo, Venezuela. The road is lined with homes made of pieced together plywood and scrap metal. Each house is guarded with a rusty gate and barbed wire. There are clothes lines strung from tree to tree holding what I am assuming is clean clothes, despite their dingy, brown color. As I take a deep breath, the smell of fresh mango from a near by grove is mixed with the lingering scent of garbage from the city dump that is only a few miles away.

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Dear 18 Year Old Self,

Dear 18 Year Old Self,

Dear 18-year-old self,

I know it is hard to believe now, but the next 10 years of your life is going to go by really quick. Before you know it, you'll be 28 reflecting back on the memories you cherish so dearly. I know that right now the excitement of starting a new chapter is a bit overwhelming, and you have big plans. But don't worry so much about it, things will fall into place just as they are suppose to.

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