It’s all about buckets. There is a popular children’s story often used in school classrooms to teach the power of empathy, kindness, and compassion. When our bucket is full, we feel awesome. When our bucket is empty, we feel awful. Our goal is to have a full bucket (obviously) and become bucket-fillers, helping others achieve their goal as well. The metaphor can be stretched a thousand ways for better or worse, but my confession is that in my deep longing to feel love, bucket

Time. This elusive thing that seems to rush by quicker and quicker with each passing month. And if you’re anything like me, you try to grasp for more of it, willing it to slow down because it never feels like there’s quite enough. Not enough time in the workday, where the to-do list seems to get longer instead of shorter. Not enough time to spend with family and friends - not even enough time to send the quick text checking-in to say, ‘I’m thinking of you’. Not enough time to

I used to think that rest was related to sleep. It was something that was earned after working hard through the day and followed the expending of most of my energy. Rest was what happened when I just couldn’t push myself any further. The purpose of rest was to get sufficiently recharged so more work and productivity could happen.    The result of this in my life was that I could never get enough rest to meet the ever-increasing demands I would place on myself. Instead of rest