There are seasons when life asks us to move differently than we'd planned. This year has been one of those seasons for me. A variety pack of health challenges has required me to slow down, pace myself, and accept that my capacity isn't what it used to be. While I haven't always welcomed those limitations, they've uncovered something I wasn't expecting — the stories I tell myself about productivity, self-worth, and what it means to make meaningful progress. The hardest part ha

The arrival of spring doesn’t happen all at once. We don’t go to bed to winter one night and wake up to ample flowers, budding trees and...