Put on your Old Hollywood cat-eye sunglasses, girl
We’re gonna punch this year in the face!

This is not the year
of curating Pinterest boards
full of houses you wish you could buy

No ma’am

You’re gonna build that dream house someday
from the ground up
But if you REALLY want it?

You better work, girl

Roll up your sleeves
Get dirt under your fingernails
Plant seeds and pull weeds
instead of standing in the yard imagining lavender

Girl, you keep auditioning
for lives you don't even want

Your heart has too many tabs open
You are tired of feeling
like your soul is buffering

You chased creativity like a drug
Called it rest
But even Jesus took naps during storms

Unclench your jaw
Take a deep breath
Then row, row, row your boat, girl
Life is not just a dream

God is still refining you
but this is not the rough draft
Quit treating your life like a dress rehearsal

Some things are spiritual warfare
Some things are hormones
and some things are grief
or simply not getting enough sunlight
So get out of bed, girl
Go open the curtains

Put on your fuchsia lipstick
Gather your manna before the sun gets hot

This is a sunflower year
A wide-open cyan-blue-sky year

This is the year of stewardship
Abundance
Delight
Peace
Intention

Stop reorganizing the pantry
to avoid the hard thing

Love your husband
Make him proud

Listen to me carefully:
Some doors closed quietly
while you were still deciding

Grieve them
Then keep going

The garden still wants tending
And those who sow in tears
will reap with songs of joy