New Mexico Here I Come

It’s been a while since I wrote. I hope your Christmas & New Years was peaceful.

My dear Mom passed very suddenly on Nov. 15th.  We had 2 short weeks to see her go from a healthy, strong, vibrant 77 yr. old to no longer being with us.

Cancer sucks.  Grieving is hard.  Life without my Mom (and best friend) is hard.

We didn’t know she was sick.  None of us knows when our time will come, but I have some happy thoughts to share as well.

Since this happened to me, I am a much more empathetic and loving person. Not that I wasn’t before, but I’m talking a whole new level.

I’ve also had some revelations about my own life that I’d like to share with you.  They are still tender & new and I’m walking them out day by day (some days better than others).

I will no longer allow perfectionism to torment me.  I realized just last week that this demon has been running the show in so many ways.  In 2020 my goal is to be ok with imperfect.

My word for the year is “Joy”.  I met an kindred spirit artist when I was on my retreat to New Mexico in September.  Joan Moody encouraged me to have a word for every new year.  Because Joy is hard to have alongside of perfectionism, I want to make lots of room for Joy this year – and forever!

Wishing you a joyfilled, healthy & creative 2020.

xo Jenn