Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.  – Susan Ertz

I live in a cozy house with one independent mom, two teenage girls, and two loving dogs.

I work for a Children’s Hospital, every week day from 6:30 AM to 3:00 PM.

During the week:

  • I work my tail off for people that unfortunately are pretty ungrateful.
  • help with household chores.
  • run errands.
  • study a little bit from the Bible each day.
  • and lastly, enjoy some me time.

So, weekends are what I look forward to as I tug through the trials of adult life.

A break, a refresher, a charge up.

Saturday’s are a service day. A day for fun. A day for shopping. A day for getting together. A day for partying.

But then comes Sunday.

It is said that Sunday’s clear the rust of the whole week. They cleanse, refresh, and leave unthinkable amounts of opportunity open.

Sundays for me are exactly that. A restart button to a horrible week. A cleanse from stressful tasks that were already completed. A spiritual refresher after a beautiful Sunday Watchtower study.


You provide the slow and steady pace that I wish I had everyday. You provide a peace of mind that washes over me in a way I crave every week.


You remind me of simple times and simple thoughts. You remind me to sit and count my blessings. You remind me to talk to Jehovah about what I have accomplished and what I strive to do.


You are a blessing in disguise and I will continue to look forward to your calm presence and quiet moments.

See you in a week.


M ❤





  • A state of happiness and satisfaction

word of the year.

2016 was when I finished up my first year at my job.

2016 was a year of trying to find out who I really am.

I spent money, emotions, and time on people I wanted to love.

Same goes for places and things I tried.

2016 was a year to try what I never dared to before.

I searched. I found. I got hurt. I loved. 

But in the end, what did I really find?


Money? Time? People?

An abundance of these things mean nothing. I searched for what would make me happy. It wasn’t a room full of people. It wasn’t inserting my credit card in the chip machine. It wasn’t days of nothing.

I found happiness in the simplicity of having a cup of coffee in a quiet house while reading my daily text.

I found happiness in sitting on a cliff, sharing a bag of Trader Joe’s dried mangos with people I had just met.

I found happiness in setting up a Travelers Notebook to document all aspects of life.

I found happiness in taking my dog on walks through the neighborhood.

I found happiness in getting to assembly early to talk to one older sister who had enough stories to share for the rest of my life.

So 2017?

I welcome 2017 with open arms as long as it is a journey to find contenment.

2017 will be a year to simplify. A year to be content with what I have. A year to love those who love me.

Simplify. Whether it is materially, financially, or emotionally.

I have things to start with already. I know what makes me happy:

  • Jehovah (the Bible)
  • The people I love
  • Coffee
  • Exploring
  • Writing

I searched in 2016.

And what I found will follow me into 2017,

To make me happy.

To make me peaceful.

To make me content.

Hello 2017.

Treat me well.


M ❤️

Here is the first of many…

Here is the first of many…

My first blog post.

I am still not too sure why I wanted to start a blog. Impulse maybe? Or it may have started when I was sitting in my dining room and a conversation started up of whether therapy is something that really helps people or if it’s just somewhere you can pay to be listened too.

As the conversation went on, everyone involved came to agree on one thing. Whether we thought therapy was beneficial or not (there were very different opinions and thoughts on this subject. Maybe it’s something to discuss in a future blog post…), we all agreed that having an outlet to express/share your thoughts and emotions is extremely important.

If you know me personally, you already know that I am very guarded with my personal life and tend to not share more than I feel is most necessary (whether that’s in peron or in writing). But as I browsed through online articles and other blogs I found, I thought maybe in writing it would be easier to share the things I like, what weighs heavy in my heart, or just the first thing that pops up in my mind (BEWARE, many brain dumps may occur).

So whether this is the last blog post you will read of mine or you have decided to join me on this new adventure,

I hope my thoughts, adventures, and whatever else seems fit to share is as therapeutic and healing for you as I hope it will be for me.