one hundred

one monday at a time

Happy one hundred Mondays in a row to this smol newsletter!

I’ve jotted down here before why I do this every week—mainly because I like it.

It invigorates me.
It challenges me.
It keeps me sane.
I like building rhythms to help me practice the art of showing up.

People say that to be creative, you have to wait for inspiration.
I prefer another way.
To me, creativity thrives in systems.
In presence.
In showing up.
In pockets of introvert time to play and be.
In ‘filling up the well’ with good and beautiful and nerdy things.
In communing with Holy Spirit, asking him what is He stirring up each day.

And now, I have an unbroken chain of one hundred mondays in a row.
Not of perfect posts.
Some were created in the wee hours between a juggle of responsibilities.
Some in the happy overflow of life.
Some eked out while on empty.
But one hundred ebenezer pebbles stacked up that make me smile and remember that God showed up for me, even in the seasons when I thought I couldn’t even show up for myself. (He is faithful! He’ll do it!)

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friends, whether you’ve joined me since the 1st or the 99th monday—thank you. It means the world that you’d trust this azn millennial gramma who is obsessed with her smol nephews and jesus to spam your inbox with nonsense every week. Cheers to one hundred! Cheers to one monday at a time!

cheers to one toddling step at a time 👣

love,
reb

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