Keeping a journal has been a significant blessing in my life ever since my mom gave me my first journal for my ninth birthday. Journaling
My mother gave me my first journal for my 9th birthday. It took me 7 years to fill it, and most of it consists of
I’m a quirky Canadian-American who’s always ready for the next adventure. I always return my shopping carts to the cart corral, I fold gum wrappers into origami cranes, and I polish my nerd badge daily. I am passionate about helping women intentionally make space for the things that bring them true joy. Read more about me and my mission here.