The other day, my daughters and I were out for an afternoon stroll. I almost always take my camera on walks and on this day, at the last minute, decided to put on my macro lens {for really close up shots}. I never intended to...
I am enough. I am struggling with those words. I have struggled with those words for a long time and never realized it. But now, today, it seems to be particularly nagging at me. My head – that logical side – screams, “Of course, you’re enough! Don’t...
I can’t point to any time in my life when I actually, really felt like I was enough of anything. I was always the oddball in my family, and although they laughed about it and didn’t seem really bothered, I always knew I wasn’t normal...
For thirty years I thought it was my accomplishments, my resume, my brass rings that made me enough. My father said a thousand times that my greatest skill was “doing just well enough to get to the next thing,” and I took that to heart. ...
Yesterday was one of the first real full days of sunshine we've had this summer. Despite the work that needed to get done, summer (and the beach) beckoned. I thought what better excuse to take out the new baby for a spin. When we arrived at...
August marks a year since this began for me; the declaration that I am Enough. Since then everything has changed. Everything. People ask me what I mean and it's hard to describe. I think it's something that although can be share, is still very very personal and very...
I feel that even in the blur of summer I am moving in slow motion. This is not a bad thing. I think I'm just in observation mode. I feel like I'm perched up high somewhere on lookout. Carefully, I watch myself walk through my day...
photo of Kelly Rae courtesy of Andrea Scher I’m not sure why it never occurred to me before, but the biggest thing I’ve learned about myself this year is this: I am a perfectionista. And it sort of sucks. I’m realizing that I go WAY above and...
We were adding some ornaments to the Christmas tree last year when I noticed the bracelet that my mother was wearing. It simply said, KIND. She bought it for a dollar at a Christmas boutique at my nephew's elementary school. All the goods for sale were handmade by...
I've always felt like there were two conflicting sides to me. The practical girl and the dreamer. The go-getter and the nap-lover. The health food junky and the chocolate obsessed. On any given day, I hear myself saying, "I feel both this AND that" or...