Stepping into Yourself

Believe it or not, I was always quiet in school. I followed rules really well, and the thought of getting in trouble gave me anxiety. Going through the dreaded puberty made me somewhat uncomfortable in my own skin, and I didn’t really step into myself until I was a junior in high school. I rememberContinue reading “Stepping into Yourself”

Change in Trajectory

We’re reaching the end of January, and you know what? I feel it. This year is going to be it. Here’s a recap of Janelle’s (that’s me) life: Five years ago I married my best friend. Evan is my favorite person on this earth, and being a total dork with him beats doing anything elseContinue reading “Change in Trajectory”

A Letter to Myself

I love to write letters. I love to write them for the people I love; it’s my way of showing appreciation, encouragement, love. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I am also my greatest critic. I don’t write letters of love and encouragement to myself because…that’s an unusual thing to do. Until now.Continue reading “A Letter to Myself”

Applicable in the Kingdom: My Three Roadblocks

“GIRLS – You wouldn’t have been given these passions if they weren’t applicable in the KINGDOM.” – Esther Houston – Instagram My husband and I sat down and had a heart-to-heart the other night. I’ve been feeling sucker punches lately; reminders of how hard it seems to have a dream and wanting to pursue it.Continue reading “Applicable in the Kingdom: My Three Roadblocks”

Guilt, Shame, & My New Name

I have a long list of complaints. I have a list of wishes and wants. I have a list of pleas. I’ve spent the first few weeks of 2016 taking care of me. Chopping my hair off, painting my fingernails, buying a new pair of jeans, flossing my teeth daily, putting make up on andContinue reading “Guilt, Shame, & My New Name”

Twenty-five and Burned

Purpose doesn’t go to work; it goes to love.  I turn 25 this year. Still young, only halfway through my twenties. Somehow I’ve managed to jam a whole lot of life in a few short years, making my twenties feel incredibly longer than they have been. It leaves me feeling burned out. Doubtful. Questioning. Exhausted.Continue reading “Twenty-five and Burned”

The Dreamer in Me vs. Motherhood

But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? After Finn was born, I felt deflated (literally and figuratively). It has been mostly a blur since he arrived, leaving me a little bit heartbroken every time I have to swap out bigger clothes for him. Not toContinue reading “The Dreamer in Me vs. Motherhood”