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I moved a useless breast pump into three different houses. After two different babies, with twodifferent lactation consultants, and two different pediatricians, and two separate verdicts, “yourbaby has lost too much weight and it is time to supplement with formula,” I still carried thatstupid pump with me into our third home. I packed it up […]

A new mother in a gray longsleeve shirt holds her baby and comforts him.

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Like most people, I spend my time trying to obtain things. More friends. More shoes. More confidence. More attention. More money. More followers. But the truth is, I am much better at losing things. My keys. My ID. My wallet. My phone. My patience. My peace. Unless we are talking about weight, in most situations […]

A workshop table sits under window light wand shadows with a chisel and woodworking tools and a block of wood, waiting to be sculpted and shaped into something new.

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As we continue our “Pursuit of Less” series, Britt chats with Rebecca Hargraves about fostering spiritual connection through calm, quiet, and practicing intentionality, especially as women of faith. While discussing her own journey to living a quieter life, Rebekah shares the struggles that we experience as women, mothers, and general members of society as we […]

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And then, in the height of the hustle, when our business was bursting with growth, a quiet conviction came in the night.

Busyness is not a badge of honor.

The words cut straight through my chest where I’d worn that invisible emblem for years. 

Every time someone asked me, “How are you doing?,”  I’d spout the same response: “Good! Busy!”

It was honest, but it was also quietly haunting me. 

This badge I’d proudly pinned to every interaction was like kryptonite, sucking life from me. 

Hustle couldn’t heal my heart. Hurry couldn’t prevent my panic attacks. Success couldn’t stall the years my children were racing through. 

There was no honor in building a life that left little room for living.

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I unpacked the last box and looked around the living room of the house I’d call home for the next three years. The furniture had fit just fine in the spacious house we’d come from, but felt awfully cramped in here. The curtains I’d packed didn’t fit the windows, either. I’d have to buy new […]

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