Truth vs. reality.

As a kid we think we have things all figured out. Our path will be smooth and easy, not even a pebble would dare stand in our way. By the time we are in high school we think our future life is waiting for us and as soon as we graduate we will be given a road map along with our diploma. With each trial and stumble we start to question our past believes, yet we trudge on knowing that the future we want is just around the next corner. Unfortunately, our rose-colored glasses break too quickly, but that does not mean that hope should not remain.

For me my dream has changed more than once and at times my hope has faltered, but I have been fortunate to always have someone to pull me out of my despair. Through them I have learned the importance of being there for others who are hurting. It is not always an easy task and is often thankless, but that does not mean it is worthless.

I am not grateful for the stumbles and falls I have had, but I am thankful for the lessons I have learned from them. Each loss, heartbreak and setback has allowed me to relate to others differently and show them love and support in ways I never could before. Unfortunately, I have no magical cure, but I do have a shoulder to cry on, ears to listen with and a smile to brighten your day. Sometimes those little things are the biggest when we are broken.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.


Move forward.

Sometimes it is the little things that help us to move forward through a rocky week. An evening with a friend, hoping for warm days in the distance and the anticipation of a long-awaited adventure. I feel fortunate to have these wonderful things in to look forward to. I am not sure when the snow will melt to bring warm days, but I know that day is closer today than yesterday. Time with a friend is already planned. I am so lucky to have a wonderful person in my life who likes to do crazy movie nights with me. As for an adventure, my next one will be on Saturday, but there are so many more to come.

So far spring may be full of cold and snow, but I know that this is just the beginning, there is so many good things coming my way.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.


This winter I have been far too lazy. No matter how I try to guilt myself into going to the gym or putting on my running shoes the result has been the same, but today I decided that I had no excuse. I already had swim lessons so I figured I might as well get in and go for a swim myself. At the moment I think it was a great decision, there is nothing like a swim to give you time to think and get some energy out. However, over the next few days as the soreness sets in I may have a different perspective.

This summer I want to put in the effort. I want to be able to run a few races and finish strong, instead of just finishing. It would be nice to push myself further than I thought possible and maybe achieve the goal I set for myself last year. We are always our own worst enemies, but that does not mean we should be defeated.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

A spark.

For the past few months I have wondered if I should continue with my daily posts. Is it worth it? Am I helping myself? Am I helping others? I think the answer to the first two questions is yes. Although my post have veered from many recovery topics I feel like they still document an important stage of my life. To the third question the answer is I am not sure I will ever know. I do get positive feedback and I do know my words are reaching others, beyond that the answer is unknown to me.

There are days that I feel like I need to write something inspirational, but of course those are the days that nothing comes. I do not claim to be a great thinker, nor do I wish to be. All I want is to help strike a spark in someone else. I hope somewhere out there a person who reads one of my posts and it helps them to know they can survive whatever their struggle is.

We all have a unique stories that are being written day by day, and we all impact each other more than we know. I think sometimes we forget that.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

The last page.


Finishing a book is always bitter-sweet, especially if it is a good book. It is always difficult to leave the characters behind. With each passing page you got to know them and for a time became a part of their world. The closer to the end you get the more worried you are about leaving them behind, but at the same time you want to continue the adventure together and find out how it ends.

For me I never feel like the story is complete. What happened after the happily ever after? How did the characters face their next struggle? Did happily ever after actually live up to its intention? There are so many unanswered questions, but of course the story had to end. Authors do such an amazing job creating these worlds and I am sure that even after the last page is read that the story is meant to live on in each reader.

When you reach the last page for a moment you are heartbroken and wonder how any other book will ever compare, but of course you know this will not be the last literary adventure you will go on. Before long a new book will be in your hand sweeping you off to another place and making you fall in love with new characters. Hopefully it is a vicious cycle with no end.

Now to figure out my next adventure.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

Stacks of letters.

Usually a stop at the mailbox means bills, junk mail and maybe some kind of advertisement. Honestly, most everything that is delivered to me on a weekly basis goes right into the trash. In this day of technology we forget the simple art of writing a letter. It is too easy to pick up our phones and send a text, email or message on any number of social media platforms. We are too quick to go to our keyboards before picking up a pen. For this reason the next generations will never be given a stack of letters written by their parents or grandparents, and that is a shame.

I never remember having a pen pal as a kid, but not long ago I was reminded of the joy of sending things through the mail, and now I am hooked. The inspiration actually came from a few sources almost simultaneously. The first, ironically, is a Rebecca, friend I met on social media who is a big lover of letter writing. She would post pictures of the amazing things she received and I was envious. The second influence was a selection of letters my grandparents wrote while they were dating. Reading those letters you can see their relationship grow as they fall deeper in love with each other.


My friend, Rebecca is the creator behind Grace & Salt ink, a small business in England specializing in leather travelers journals. One of her promotions is a challenge called “I sent love in an envelope”. This challenge was a huge inspiration to create and find some pen pals. I have written letters to friends and family, and sent out packages near and far. Each envelope I send out  is adorn with the hashtag #ISentLoveInAnEnvelope. Sometimes I get something mailed back, but most of the time I get a text message or social media response. Either way I truly hope getting something in the mail makes the recipient smile and feel loved.

“Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing.” 1 Thessalonians 5:1

img_5029Since I started my crusade of letter writing I have gained pen pals from South Africa, Germany, England and across the country. Some of them are old friendships expanded to letters, others are people I only know from the pictures they post on Instagram. I always look forward to checking the mailbox each day to see if there are any goodies from near or far. Not only do these letters serve as a way to communicate, but also to be creative while still working within the confines of an envelope. Every letter I look forward to see what I will find inside. I have received pictures, washi tape, creative little pieces and so much more. Each letter challenges me to come up with new ideas to put a smile on their face, and I do my best to send letters that inspire.

img_5200img_5203As my list of pen pals has grown I was having a difficult time keeping up with the coming and going of letters. In my search to find a solution I came across people creating journals to track their pen pals. To me this was the perfect solution, and so a new journal was added to my inkDori and the tracking began. I decided to keep my tracking simple, I list the pen pal, if I sent or received, the date and notes. It is fun to watch the page fill up with each letter.

My upcoming letter writing adventure will be starting in April. I have decided to take up the challenge of writing to one person a day for National Letter Writing Month. That means a minimum of 30 letters in 30 days. If you are thinking this seems like an intimidating task, I agree with you, but I am hoping with some pre-planning and organization it will be achieved.

img_5221My first step was to create a plan. I knew on the average day I would not have time to write a letter, so I decided to send out postcards. In the words of Lord Byron, Jane Austen, Lewis Carrol and Phyllis Theroux I found inspiration. Each quote embraces the best parts of letter writing and I am excited to send them out to friends and family each day. Second, I started a tentative spreadsheet with names and address of those to send letters to. I am sure before April gets here I will end up adding a few extra names to the list, but I am happy to have a starting point. My hope is that if there is a plan in place that I will be able to follow through on the 30 day challenge.

I know I will never have stack and stacks of letters like my grandparents, but hopefully I will have something tangible to share with future generations to show that letter writing is not dead.


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An infusion of excitement

I got a call tonight from some of my favorite kids, they got a package I sent them full of some goodies for easter. It was a quick conversation and kind of difficult to understand, but that is what do you expect from five kids all talking at the same time. No matter what there excitement was intoxicating. There are few things better than the happiness of a grateful child. At the end of a long tiring week it was nice to have an infusion of excitement to carry me through. Now I need to start planning my next package to them, I wonder what goodies I can find.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.