For so many years I felt guilty for taking time for myself. I could easily convince myself that I had other things more pressing to take care of. I was almost a professional at being busy. But I was busy at taking care of things that didn’t really matter. Busy things. I’ve realized now that busy was me hiding from my heart. It was easier, in a way, to deny myself versus pursue those dreams. A heart starving leads to bitterness. I didn’t want to live bitter. I wanted joy. I wanted vibrancy. I wanted to dream. To try. So I started fighting. One thing, one day, one step at a time. And in that my busy shifted - no longer was there guilt for taking time for my heart - there was urgency. I became brave and learned to say no and yes and to do hard things. I learned to rest, too. So my friend, I am driven with a passion to encourage you to take care of your heart. I believe in the dreams that percolate there. I want you to see how much your story - the imperfectly perfect - matters. You can do this. One day, one step, one thing at a time. Challenge your busy. You have now. Love, Rachel #findingjoy