I’ve talked myself out of sharing this more than a handful of times, but I’m going to say it, because I WISH someone would have educated me like this in 2016 before casting my vote for the party I thought I was destined to align with if I was a person of faith…

This year, I’m voting pro-life. But to be clear, I will not fixate on the unborn. Because you know who else has a heartbeat after 18 days?

The 22+ million humans (including myself) utilizing government insurance, including half a million veterans, that may be eliminated after this…

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I’m currently sitting in my home office, which is really just a room I put an old desk in and call my office. This is the place where I write. It’s the place where I brainstorm and plan and make calls for the company my husband and I are building.

It’s also the place where anxiety tries to rule. It’s where I’m often rushing from one thing to the next without taking deep breaths. It’s where I’m tough on myself when I’m reading and researching and still don’t know how to do something new. It’s where I question if I…

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Less than two months ago, I moved away from a place I called home for seven years. In the big scheme of life, seven years is minuscule. But this wasn’t just some random seven years for me.

It was the season I launched out of college and into adulthood. It was the time when I got married, and I started figuring out how to be a wife. (I mean, does anyone really know how though…honestly?) These past seven years, I began a career. I challenged a whole bunch of things I always believed to be true. I went back to…

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I’m no fashion mogul, and I don’t have a degree or really any experience in design. What qualifies me to write a post about fashion? You’ll see.

It starts here though: I took a trip to Europe recently, and as one does, I posted lots of pictures on Instagram. Several people commented on how on point my outfits were. This both flattered me and confused me. Flattery because everyone likes being told they look fabulous. Confusion because this was the first time I was consistently complimented on my fashion in… yeah, ever. It got me thinking.

I’m going to let…

Travel is a beast! Delayed flights, lugging bags around, hopping metros, changing homes/hotels, catching cabs, learning languages and all of the other pieces that come along with it can be A LOT to manage! Add in some humans with all of our feelings, needs, wants, hangry moods and sleepy eyes, and you may have a recipe for a hot mess of a trip if you aren’t prepared.

My husband and our two friends just got back from a three-week European adventure. Before we left, someone said, “Good luck being friends when you get back.” …

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I spent the past four and a half years working at a residential treatment center in Indiana. I oversaw the Admissions and Family Engagement departments. In short, it was my job to get families help when they needed it and ensure they were supported in order to complete treatment successfully. I was respected and valued in my role, and frankly, I was good at it. I loved that job.

But I quit that job two months ago.

I decided to move back to my home state of Florida and become a writer. Guess how much training I have in writing…

In college, a professor (who adored me, I promise) told me I would likely never be allowed in dreaming meetings in the workplace because I’m so logistically minded. OUCH. But he wasn’t wrong. I’m naturally a problem solver, not a dreamer. I am excellent at improving things, asking the tough questions, and thinking of all the details. I’ve always struggled with seeing the big picture and casting vision.

I suppose, in a way, dreaming felt like imagination, and imagination felt childish. Dreams are for Peter Pan and Cinderella. They aren’t for adults. They aren’t “reality”. Adults must be mature and…

Dear Travel,

You are my loyal companion, one I can always count on to love me, teach me, and challenge me. Some days with you, I want to stomp my feet and holler, “Take me home. This is too hard!” But the other 95% of the time, you have me totally swoon.

In the months leading up to being with you full-time, when I’m spending hours planning and researching, you tap me on the shoulder and hold a photo in front of my eyes of what joy is to come. You paint beautifully on my mental canvas of the adventure…

Kristi Rowles

Writer, Therapist & Enneagram Coach. Creating the life I dream of & helping others do the same. Follow more: https://www.instagram.com/kristirowles_/

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