My dear anna salata, thirteen years later, I will continue to honour your memory, laugh at our good times, wonder who you’d be and what you’d be like now, and never forget painting your hospital room door and reading sweet valley high books aloud in character voices for you.

Thank you for all the lessons you still teach me and for the comfort of knowing you’re still here, somewhere. xoxo

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When there’s not enough balance.

Creating balance is something I am always trying to achieve (and it’s a big part of this blog) and here I am – with no balance in my life right now. It’s literally been work, work, work. Honestly, it’s almost as if I’ve become addicted. There are benefits of working from home, truly. I walk… THERE’S MORE