Sunday, July 13, 2014

The day there were 2

We weren't always the best of friends. Jacquelyn lived with Brian and I while she was in college, and while we liked each other, we were far from good buddies.

We're the same age. We were both born in 1983. Her birthday is in October. Mine in December. 

She pretty much thought I was crazy when I started selling these "candle things" and claimed that I wanted to use this business to quit my teaching job. But she supported me. She hosted several basket parties at the hospital where she worked, and after she returned yet another successful basket party to me, I told her that she should just do this. She would be great at it. {She was basically already doing it.} 

Those words would change my life in ways I never could have imagined. Our relationship would never be the same again. 

Our Scentsy journey is completely intertwined. There was only about a 6 month period where Jacquleyn didn't really take her business seriously. She didn't need to. She had a great nursing job, and Scentsy was just a fun hobby. Then all of a sudden, something clicked, and there was no stopping her.

Orville Thompson, gave a beautiful keynote presentation this week at Scentsy's Family Reunion about journeys and living a life of significance. He used the phrase "a journey of abundance," and that is exactly is what our story is. 

We started working our businesses together. Celebrating every success. And every misstep. 

We overcame obstacles and tried new things. We earned trips together and travelled the world together. 

We've rocked each others babies and tackled Thanksgiving dinner for over 30 people year after year after year. {And that's saying something.} 

We have challenged each other, inspired each other, prayed with each other, and we constantly remind each other why we are a part of this "little candle company." 

Jacquelyn and I at Scentsy's Leadership Retreat in 2010 

The Bahamas 2014 



Jacquelyn with Luke when he was born in March of 2009

Leadership Retreat 2010

Scentsy Family Reunion 2013 

Boot Camp at the Shipping Container 

Spring Sprint 2012 

Throwing a baby shower for Amy Marc-Charles 

Convention 2010 Denver 

Convention 2010 Ft. Worth 

Leadership Cruise 2011

Leadership 2010 

Leadership Cruise 2011

Our Leadership Retreat 2014 

Hosting a mini convention 
I can't search for anything significant in my Scentsy journey without her being right by my side. 

And this week at family reunion was no different. It already feels like it was ages ago. Both of our names were called as Shining Star finalists. 

And we were elated. Overjoyed. I knew this was her year, and I was excited to be a close part of her success. 

We got to sit next to each other on stage on Friday during general session and tell part of our story. Sister-in-laws turned best friends thanks to our Scentsy Family businesses. We talked about how Scentsy literally changed our family dynamic.

And then it happened. Friday night at the awards ceremony. As they read the 1st letter, I knew it was Jacquelyn's letter. My heart filled with joy and pride. 

And then the 2nd letter described someone who claims to be an introvert. I knew Jacquelyn would never call herself an introvert. I started thinking that it must be someone else. 

And then, the shock.  Not 1, but 2. Two names. Two Shining Stars. 

My name and hers. And I threw my head between my knees because I couldn't believe it. 

And then I almost forgot to hug my husband because I was so anxious to hug her. But I did hug him! 

And then I ran to her. 

I don't have words to describe the joy I felt in that moment. I walked into that night knowing it was her night, and Orville and Heidi threw us a curveball.

I know that they partly knew how intertwined our businesses were. How each success and failure was walked together. But I never thought this moment would be shared together. I didn't know it was a possibility.

It still feels very much like a dream. I still can't believe it happened. But it's fitting and perfect and unforgettable.

Our story is one of friendship, family, trust, leadership, influence, and light. She is my light when I need an encouraging word, and I am her light when she needs a little spark.  We are so different. And it is our differences that make us one awesome team.

Her strengths are my weaknesses and vice versa. But together, we do great things.

I never in a million years could have made this business work on my own, so I'm incredibly honored and glad that we got to stand on that stage together last night. It is a moment we will never forget. It is a moment that affirms what we already knew to be true. 

This journey is not walked alone. It is walked with friends and family and strangers who become friends. And that, is the most beautiful thing about the Scentsy is a family. Through the good and the bad, someone will have your back. Someone will pick you up and encourage you. 

 We're better together. We really are. We cannot fashion our world on needing to be significant at someone else's expense. We have to fashion our world where our significance comes from the success of those we love and serve. 

In the words of Orville Thompson, "When were are connected, we can do so much." 

Yes was can. We really, really can. 

Monday, July 7, 2014

A Good-Night Kiss

Just a half hour earlier, he had been dodging my kisses in a mix of wrestling and tickling and I love yous and I love you mores. 

When I snuck from his bed several minutes after he had started breathing heavy, I was sure he was asleep.  His tiny 5-year-old body wiggled under the covers as his sleepy voice told me that I'd forgotten something. 

"What did I forget baby?" 

"You forgot to give me night-night kisses." 

His tiny voice, his desire for my was almost more than my heart could contain. 

"Oh baby, I would never forget to kiss you goodnight." 

What a simple thing. A goodnight kiss. 

In the midst of us re-applying for foster care, I have many times wondered what on earth would provoke me to do it again. The paperwork seems to be never ending. The classes. The waiting. The unknown.

And then there is the opening of your home and your heart to a tiny person who will ultimately change you in the best kind of way. 

Sometimes I think the chaos of my life, with our business and our kids and everything we have on our plate, is enough. Why would we add someone else's mess to ours? 

Honestly? It's all about a goodnight kiss. 

It's been 2 years (almost to the day) since we said goodbye to the 2 foster babies we had in our hearts and our home for 6 months. They became a part of us. They changed us. 

And tonight, I sit in front of this computer sobbing because their story is so beautiful. The way the Lord carried them and protected them is unfathomable. I never could have written a better ending to a story. 

But in the same breath, it was one of the hardest things I have ever done. They will forever be a part of me, and almost 2 years ago, we had to say goodbye to them. It was this weekend 2 years ago that we spent as our last weekend as a family of 6. 

I find so much encouragement in those words....words the Lord placed on my heart. When those babies first showed up on our porch just 6 months earlier, they had been in a shelter for 7 days. 

And that's where I lose it. That's where I know that we are called and commission to care for those who are orphaned and alone. We are called to give "night-night kisses" to babies who won't get them anywhere else.  There is no child who doesn't deserve a goodnight kiss from someone who loves them. 

There are more than 1100 children in the foster care system in Oklahoma and over 397,000 in the system across the United States on any given day. 

If not us, then who? 

Just a little preaching to myself tonight.....and remembering where we've been and how much love we felt while we were there. 

Sweet dreams baby. Thanks for reminding your momma what it looks like to be brave. 

Monday, June 30, 2014

Gathering Pieces of Me

When he asked me about the day I spent at my grandpa's house, the only thing I could think to say was "good and hard." 

My grandfather passed away in December, and I haven't been to his home since then. 

That is, until this weekend. 

My mom and step-dad offered to keep our kiddos for a couple days, so I gladly drove them down the turnpike to drop them off. Mom wanted me to come to Pa's house to see if there was anything I wanted, so I gladly went. 

Not only was this house my grandpa's house, but it was also the house I grew up in. My memories in this house are vibrant, raw, and very real. 

As we pulled into the driveway, my mind immediately raced back to late summer nights spent playing hide and seek down the entire street. I grew up on a street full of kids my age (mostly boys) and it seems like we spent every waking hour together. 

We played video games in the front room of that house (hello 007), spent countless hours on the front porch swing, and even more time jumping from house to house to see who had the best afternoon snacks. Every single memory came flooding back as we pulled onto that street. It's funny how that happens. 

As we went through all Pa's belongings, it was was almost like saying goodbye to him all over again, and not only him, but my grammy too. My grammy died of ovarian cancer when I was just a baby. I don't remember her, but I feel like I know her. 

Maybe it's that part of us that holds on to the people who had a part in making us, or maybe it's my heart's desire to have known her that makes me think I knew her. Either way, as we went through Pa's belongings, we went through Grammy's too. 

Pictures and books; pots and pans, and serving dishes. Every piece told a story. A Jenny Lind bed that my mom remembers Grammy searching for because my mom wanted one so badly. A silver roasting dish that I can't wait to cook in. A dozen metal jello-o molds that my mom knows Grammy bought at a yard sale. All treasures I claimed for myself. A part of her, that I wanted to become a part of me. 

And then, upstairs, on my old desk, sat my grammy's typewriter. I'd never seen it before. It must have lived in the attic until my mom finally dug it out. The moment I saw it, I knew it was supposed to be mine. It was like it was waiting for me.  

I will probably never actually type on it's keys, but it was the sweetest nudge from the Lord. A reminder that words and keys and writing are part of who I am. 

And right there, in the bedroom I grew up in, where I had cried so many childhood tears, I cried adult tears, over an old, worn out typewriter. 

I don't know what she typed with those keys. I don't know what she wanted to say to the world, but I know that she typed away on that thing. The keys are worn and ragged. 

Not only did I find her typewriter, but I found her books. Cookbooks and etiquette books. I heard stories about how she threw both my mom and my aunt progressive, come as you are, senior parties. 

She picked up the girls from a sleep-over with all their friends, and sent them to various houses for breakfast and treats (just as they were when they woke up). Those are the kinds of things I want to do for my kids. 

And then I found this, a typed review of a cookbook/diet plan called Candy, Chocolate, Ice Cream and How to Lick 'Em!".  I mean, you know that title makes you want to smile. I love it. If that's a diet plan, I'm on it! 

Folded inside this faded book, was a review written by my grandma...most likely typed out on that old typewriter. 

For the record....and as a side note, anyone who eats 900 calories a day, will probably reach their ideal weight. I'm just saying....

And as silly as this book may be, it literally made my heart want to burst. To see words that she had typed on that old, rusty typewriter that I was claiming as my own, made me nearly giddy. 

And the day progressed like that. Collecting treasures. Hearing stories that I'd never heard. Mourning the life of not just 1 person, but 2. A legacy. A marriage. A family. A story. 

And I know so little about it. I want to know when she used that serving dish. I want to know what she put in it. I want to know what she cooked, what she baked, what she read, what she liked doing in her spare time. 

And as I collected treasure after treasure from two lives well lived, I felt like I began to know her more. Pieces of her that I will treasure came home with me in boxes that I could hardly wait to unpack and spread across my dining room table. 

I wanted those pieces of her, to become pieces of me. I want her legacy to live on through me. 

I'll be honest in admitting that I don't know what that looks like. There is so much about my Grammy and my Pa that I don't know and may never know. But I do know that I am a part of them. Those pieces of her that I found in that house....those pieces of him....they are part of what made me who I am. 

And while I pray that my children want my Fiestaware because it reminds them of all the meals we ate around the table and my vases because it reminds them of the flowers I always had around the house, I pray even more that they want my words and my stories. 

Words and stories that they'll never know or remember unless I take the time to write remind them who they are and where they came from. 

Those old rusted keys of that R. C. Allen typewriter will be that reminder for me. That gentle nudge from the Lord to simply write. Don't over think it. Don't try too hard. Just be honest and open and real and write. 

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Being Brave

If I don't do it tonight, I don't know when it will happen. If I don't put my hands on the keys now, when will I muster the courage to do it again?

It's been a long time since my thoughts have found themselves staring back at me on this screen. This year, I've hardly made a peep on this blog. And honestly all that quietness has been easy and comfortable and private and there is this really selfish part of me that wants to keep it that way. 

On August 13, 2011, I made a commitment to write every single day for a year. And I did it. And as I re-read that commitment tonight penned nearly 3 years ago, tears streamed down my face. 

I had no idea what story the Lord would tell through my fingers on a keyboard during those 365 days. I never could have imagined it at the time. 

There would be a marathon, 2 babies that made 4, a knock on the door, an attempt to move to California, hurt, healing, misunderstanding, frustration, love, God in the grocery store, a nearly unbelievable story of redemption and so much more. 

And I'm so grateful that it's all here. Documented. Every tear. Every smile. Every fear. Every peace. 

But it was hard to live like that. This became a journal more than a blog. Those posts were never thought out and scripted. They were hardly proofread most days. They were my thoughts and hopes, dreams, and desires; they were my conversations with God, and I shared them with you and anyone who cared to read them. 

And I'm glad that I did, but in the same breath, everyone knew everything and that's a weird way to live. {I originally typed the words "hard way to live," but it's not hard, it's just weird.}

For me to say that I can't write anymore is almost like saying I can't breathe. There is something in my soul that wants to write. I can't explain it. {And maybe I should try to get better at explaining things since I plan on writing again, huh?.....just a thought. Note to self: work on explaining how you're feeling.} 

Everything in me has been unsettled for a while now. There's a tension. A desire to write, but a yearning to keep things quiet.....because it's my life and it's no one else's business. 

So tonight, I put on my shoes to go for a run, because the tension in my spirit is getting pretty tight. Everything I've read, studied, and pursued in the last 6 months, points me straight back this little blog I started writing on a few years ago. This "open book" that I made myself. And while all arrows have pointed here, there has been something inside me fighting back. I wanted to run from it.  

I don't want to be honest. I don't want to be open. I don't want to share everything again. Maybe I'll just write a "real blog." One with articles and self-help that's only about my kids and all that jazz. That would be good right? 

But I know that's not how I'm called to write. When I over think things, I find ways to hide the truth. And you know what we're missing nowadays? It's truth. 

We're only missing truth because it's hard to be honest. It's hard to say that everything isn't okay. It's hard to say that we don't have it together. And it's hard to say that our lives are not always exactly as they appear on our Instagram feeds. 

This blog used to be called "The Intentional Peace" because after Luke (my 2nd son) was born, I battled fear and anxiety and doubt for a long time. I knew that this season in my life would call for a new blog name, and it occurred that to me that the one thing I want to be more than anything is brave

I want to be brave enough to be seen when it is easier to hide. I want to be brave enough to be honest when it is easier to lie. 

I want to say yes to courage. 

As much as I hate to admit it, I believe that mediocrity is reigning in our society today. It's far too easy to be comfortable than to be brave. So here's my promise....I don't know that I'll write everyday. But I will write frequently and honestly and openly. And I won't make this a normal blog. It'll be open and authentic and raw and real. That's what we're supposed to do with our lives. If we think everyone is as perfect as their social media profile makes them out to be, we'll live consumed by comparison and shame. We have to tell the good, the bad, and the ugly, and I believe it takes a little bravery to be that honest. 

Being brave is contagious. Why don't we be brave together? I think it's about time we stand up and be brave. Here's to Being Brave.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Summer Bible Study

First of all, I have to say, thank you all for your encouraging words and affirmation on Facebook and Instagram today. I promise to write more soon about how and why I "needed Jesus something fierce" this morning. 

So many of you have asked about bible studies and devotionals, and my first recommendation is to download the YouVersion Bible app. It's free, and has tons of great reading plans and devotionals to help you get started. 

My second recommendation is to join us for summer bible study! 

Myself and my dear friend Jari Spry are going to co-lead a summer online bible study. We'll be creating a Facebook community of women who want to be accountable to being in God's word this summer. In addition to our facebook group, we'll be joining each other live online every other Wednesday morning in June and July. 

The Details: 

Online Meeting dates:
Wednesday, June 4th @ 9:00 am CST
Wednesday, June 18th @ 9:00 am CST
Wednesday, July 2nd @9:00 am CST
Wednesday, July 16th @9:00 am CST
Wednesday, July 30th @ 9:00 am CST

The Study: 
We'll be working through Beth Moore's newest bible study over 1 & 2 Thessalonians along with the siestas on Beth Moore's blog. It's called Children of the Day, and you can order your copy at for $15.95 by clicking here

Do I need to be experienced in bible study to join this group? 
Absolutely not! Whether this is your 1st bible study or your 20th, you'll be blessed by being a part of the group. 

Is there any cost to join? 
There is no cost to join except the cost of your member book. 

What if I can't join every week? 
Totally fine! Join when you can, and we'll miss you when you can't! 

How will we meet online? 
We will meet online via You'll be able to see Jari and myself and if you wish to join us on camera to discuss or ask questions, you'll be able to, but you won't have to be on camera if you don't want to! 

What if my kids are around when we meet online? 
Join the club. Ours will be too. 

What if I work and can't join you during the online meeting times, but still want to participate?
We would love to still have you! You can join our facebook group and watch the online meetings at your convenience. 

Do I need to do anything before the 1st online meeting? 
All you need to do is order your member book and join our facebook group. 

How do I join?! 
Easy. Join our Children of the Day Summer Online Bible Study Facebook group by clicking here and order your member book from so you'll have it in time for our 1st meeting on Wednesday, June 4th. 

And that's all she wrote. I hope you'll join us! 

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Giving Hope

Oh my goodness it's been quiet here for so long! Brian may have started a rumor that I'm not writing here because I'm writing a book. And while, it's true that I absolutely am going to write a book, I haven't started yet

I do have this deep desire to write though. It's definitely a desire of my soul, and I feel it beginning again. 


Did you know that April 24th is National Pay it Forward day!? What if we did something big and blessed a lot of people between now and then? Sounds good to me. 

If you know my story at all, you know that several years ago, my heart was captured by a little girl named Ellie Kate. Ellie suffered from a rare and serious condition called NKH. You can read more about NKH here. You can read more about how Ellie Kate impacted my life here

Ellie's momma, Ryan, along with her friend, Amy, are the co-founders of an incredible organization called Hope Link. Hope Link's mission is to connect mother's who have children with rare or undiagnosed disorders while providing encouragement, hope, and support through fellowship and prayer. 

These mommas spend most of their days in and out of appointments and therapies. They live lives that most of us can't even imagine. They are solely devoted to their babies and children. I have never seen a more selfless group of women. Their courage and tenacity has inspired me. They have helped me to understand that fear is only a real thing if you allow it to be. These women are the definition of Hope. They are the hope for their families and their children. They are advocates, fighters, doers. They are women of prayer who serve each other selflessly. 

Hope Link exists to bring them hope. Many of these mommas have babies in heaven and they continue to be a part of the Hope Link family....serving, giving, supporting. 

But today, as we anticipate National Pay it Forward day, I'm asking you to give them a little bit of hope. We are creating a Giving Circle. It's a circle of people who all believe that moms and families who have children with rare or undiagnosed disorders, should have a safe place, a group of people who support and love them. 

You can join our circle, with a $10 recurring monthly donation. Join our circle here.

You can read more about Hope Link and what your $10 donation will contribute to by clicking here

Thanks for loving these families. They truly deserve it. 

Thursday, January 30, 2014

The most honest my story has ever been.....

It is so easy to become question and doubt all that you are and all that you do. 

The voices in our heads tell us that we're not enough and that we don't deserve what we have. And eventually, we start to believe them. 

We step back and we question and we wonder if what we're doing is the right thing. 

Six years ago, I was teaching 8th grade English. Brian was selling high line cars, and Addison was 9 months old and learning how to walk. 

And more than anything, I wanted to be home with her. I loved my job, but I loved her more. The reality was that we were in credit card debt up to our eyeballs and there was no way I could quit my job...unless I was willing to cut out cable and cell phones and groceries and heat and a/c. We live in the south. There was no way I was cutting out heat and a/c. 

Quitting my job wasn't in the cards. 

However, I don't like it when I don't like the options at hand, so I sought out other options, and by sought out other options, I mean I prayed like crazy that we would win the lottery (that we didn't play) or I would find $20,000 on the sidewalk. 

Neither of those things happened. 

But what did happen was something I never expected. Through a series of events involving about 80 tiny lip gloss like containers filled with deliciously scented wax, a Scentsy catalog, a little research on the internet, and $99, I signed up to be a direct sales consultant. 

If we were friends 6 years ago when this happened, you laughed when I told you what I was doing, but I didn't care. 

I knew absolutely nothing about sales, let alone direct sales, but I didn't care. 

I was scared to death that I could never sell a thing to anyone, but I didn't care. 

All I cared about was her.

She changed me. She made me so much more than I ever could have been on my own. 

And somehow, despite my complete lack of knowledge about all things direct sales, I did okay. And I somehow convinced other people that they should do it with me. It would be fun. 

And it was fun. 

And 3 days before my 1 year anniversary as a Scentsy consultant, I promoted to the highest rank possible. I cried in my living room on Halloween. I was the company's 23rd SuperStar director (along with about 30 other people who promoted the same day that I did), but we'll call it 23. 

And life went on. Baby #2 came along not long after that. I spoke to a crowd of 800 people at a Scentsy event 3 days before he was born. 

And business was good and momentum was good and life was good. 

Then I battled fear for a long time. It's a lengthy story that I'm sure is somewhere on this blog. {Best of luck finding that post.} 

But I worked and I worked hard, and I knew why I was working. For them. We wanted more. We still weren't out of debt.  Brian was still working long hours at the car lot, and life still wasn't what we wanted it to be. 

So I worked. I sold product and people joined my team and our company grew. 

And before I knew it, Brian quit his job. We started making more money than we had ever dreamed of making, and our marriage was as unhappy as it had ever been. I couldn't help but wonder what we had gotten ourselves into. It turns out that money really doesn't buy happiness.  

But the Lord is so gracious and so patient. We moved to house #2. We started to like each other again, and all was well in the Dalke house. 

Then one day, we felt the Lord calling us into foster care. So we went. In the process, we couldn't get a foster baby fast enough. The day we were finally approved as foster parents, we received a call that there were 2 babies. A 1 year old and an almost 2 year old. Siblings that had been living in the shelter for 7 days. And could we take them? 

We did. And they wrecked my world in the best way 2 small people can wreck someone's world. They changed everything for us. 

And our business kept on keeping on. 

And those babies made me want a baby of my own. And before they moved out, I was pregnant with baby #3. 

Then we almost moved to California. We really tried to. We tried to buy 3 houses, and it just didn't work out. 

And instead we had a baby on Halloween 5 years after that day I cried in my living room. This Halloween, I cried in my hospital bed because I knew we couldn't move to California even though we had already sold our house and we had to be out in a little less than a month and a half. 

As we drove baby #3 home from the hospital, Brian and I talked about California and about Oklahoma and about where we wanted these babies to grow up. And we both knew that it was here. 

So with a newborn in hand, we frantically began looking for house #3. It would literally have to be a miracle. I was not settling for anything less than the space we were looking for (I swear this is the last move we're making!), and we had no where near the time we realistically needed to close. 

But we looked. And we found the house we had been looking for all along. A house we never could have bought, on a lot that we never could have afforded. The perfect spot, with the perfect space, and now we just had to make it happen in the perfect time. 

It ended up all working out by the grace of God alone, so we moved and we began to settle in. 

Before we knew it, that little girl that I worked so hard to stay home with was going to 1st grade. Off she went. 

But she wasn't happy, and we weren't happy. The little girl who had always loved school was bored and annoyed by the thought of 1st grade. Not exactly what a momma wants to hear. After a lot of prayer, we took her out of public school and started homeschooling. Brian teaching 2 days a week, myself teaching 3 days a week. 

And that's where we found ourselves last year. Adjusting to life in a new house with 3 littles while homeschooling. 

I suddenly felt trapped. This incredible "job" I had, had afforded all of this and so much more. I was grateful for sure. But there were moments where I felt trapped. I felt like I was stuck and I couldn't get out if I wanted to. 

We depended on the money. It was our lively hood. Even if I wanted to just be a stay at home mom, I couldn't. Not now. We were too far in. 

So, last year, I coasted. I did everything I was supposed to do. I did more than I was supposed to do, but if I'm honest, there was something missing. 

The passion, the fire, the drive, the inspiration, it was gone. I didn't know where it was and I didn't know how to get it back. 

I tell you this story to tell you that last year isn't the end of the story. It's not the end of my story with Scentsy or direct sales. It's really only the beginning of my story. 

When I recently walked away from social media, I asked myself a lot of hard questions. I was able to think clearly for the 1st time in a long time. I knew what I thought. I wasn't confused by what everyone else thought. 

And somewhere between turning off all the voices of negativing in my head (thanks social media) and sitting on a beach watching the waves roll in, I was reminded of why I love my job. 

I honestly don't know why I forgot. 

Because this is my story, but at the same time, it's only one of thousands of stories. Direct sales is a business that creates personal change in people. I have seen so many people in my circle of friends and family who have been remarkably changed by their experience with the Scentsy family. They are better people. More generous people. More well rounded. More real. 

And in the past few weeks I have been so beautifully reminded that I get to be a part of that change in people. I get to sit across from them at coffee or at lunch or over the computer and hear about the way their business fits into their life. I get to hear about why they're working and what they want. And I get to be a part of the change that happens in people when they decided to ignore the voices of fear and doubt in their minds and do something bigger with their lives than they ever thought they could do. 

I guess this is my apology. 

I was never negative. I was never negligent. I was never absent. I was just uninspired. I forgot for a moment why it is that I work. And it's not complicated, and there is no mega dream board or 12 month goal plan. It's simply them. 

And him. 

and us. 

 This place and these people and this life is the reason I am a Scentsy Family consultant. They are the reason that I will continue to choose to run my business with passion and purpose this year. 

And whether you're a customer or a consultant or a friend or a fellow blog lover or an IG follower, my hope for you in 2014 is that you too will work with purpose and passion. 

Here's to 2014.....May it be your best year yet.