06/01/2026
Two weeks ago I was walking the streets of Fort Worth, soaking up the heat, humidity, and every bit of that Texas energy. I came home feeling inspired, motivated, and ready to hit the ground running.
Then my husband got sick after the trip… and decided to share. 😅
So instead of tackling everything on my to-do list, I’ve spent the last several days slowing down and focusing on healing.
It’s frustrating when you’re ready to go and life has other plans. But sometimes the reminder to rest is exactly what we need, even when we don’t want it.
For now, I’ll be dreaming about those warm Dallas evenings, the Stockyards, and that Texas heat I loved so much while I wait to feel like myself again.
Anyone else come home from a trip feeling inspired, only to get sidelined by real life?