Today I’m doing something I’ve never done before: I’m speaking to a summer enrichment class at UCLA in the morning. I’m not nervous, I know what I want to share with this group of pre-college students. I’ve been reflecting on my presentation all week, when I’m at the park with the kids or making their lunches or reading with them as we’re cuddled on the loveseat together, and it all comes back to this…
The community of handmade has given me time with my family I wouldn’t have had otherwise, and it’s encouraged me to dig deep to find my purpose so I can share it with the world. It’s not similar to my neighbors purpose, no, but the fact that we all were born with a great purpose is what ties us together. I keep going back to my creativity from my childhood and am finding so much affirmation that what I’m doing today is definitely linked to what I was doing then. I love that. (And I can’t wait to share more about how this morning went!)
PS. a book that has inspired & encouraged me so much? A Million Little Ways by Emily P. Freeman.
