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With Intention.

It's been a year. A year of reflection and meaning. Learning new things as a mom; balancing a small business with naps and feedings. Learning is 2016. Intent is 2017.

What do I mean by this? I'm a reader. I like to research. I do read those little stories and blogs you share on your social media. I read one in the last month that hit so close to home, I wondered, 'is she in my head'? It was about being a mother, a wife, and working to some capacity. Surrounded by stuff. Junk. Garbage and unused, unloved, things.

My husband and I recently sat down for a Netflix watch. B was sleeping soundly and I happened upon the title: 'Minimalist'.

I'm not going to bore you with the details and will sum this up. What is challenged me with was:

'am I living a life of intent?'

'do the days pass me by and I look back and another week is gone?'

'a week spent cleaning a house that is beyond larger than what we need, sorting through laundry that is extensive'

'groceries - we don't eat half of this and it's wasted'

and finally: