One More Day

My dad has been gone for 5 years tomorrow. Some days, I can totally handle my life and go on with my day. And some other days, I kind of fall apart. This man was so awesome. He loved life and he loved his family. And everyone loved him.  So many people say that it gets easier as the years go on. And I hate when they say that. Grief is different with everyone. And whether it gets easier or not, it will never change the fact that I miss him so much. I would just love one more day with him.

The top 10 tips I’ve learned from minimalists

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Iā€™m not going to covet other minimalistsā€™ lives anymore.

I donā€™t travel the world with a single backpack.

I havenā€™t packed up my family to travel across the country in an RV for a year.

I am not a single woman with a futon, a suitcase and a laptop.

I didnā€™t choose 600 square feet of dwelling space with a hobby farm ā€˜round back.

YET, I adore reading about theseĀ amazing people and their even more intriguing journeys toward transformation. In perusing books and blogposts, these characters seem like old friends. Weā€™re all rooting for them. Their triumphs and courageous leaps of faith provide the inspiration for our own stories. However, through all this story following, I have found there is not one formula for choosing a simple lifeā€¦it is not a one-size-fits all t-shirt. No matter what our life looks like, I do believe each and every one of theseā€¦

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