2014


I have found myself saying over and over, “Life is just so crazy right now, when it get’s back to normal…” A dear friend gently whispered, “Rachel, I think you need to accept that crazy is your normal.”

Ah…the not so gentle slap in the face of truth.

I live a crazy life. It will always be crazy. There is no calm, simple, quiet life on the horizon.

Sigh.

Accept this fact.

Take a deep breath.

Think about why my life is so crazy, think about each precious face I have the privilege of loving.

Smile.

Start dreaming of ways to be successful and joyful in the midst of crazy.

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