It Takes a Village

We have often heard this phrase, said usually in modern day America, with nostalgia because it seems to be something we have lost in the midst of white picket fences and success driven lifestyles. I have thought about the contents of this blog post for a long time. And even though I live in a communal culture now they too have not fully practiced what this means either. In fact in many ways they have drifted as far from it as America has. But these losses have manifested themselves in very different ways. I'm going to focus on America because that is majority of my readers. 

  It takes a village. A village typically consists of many people. Children, elderly, singles, married, all different age groups. When we say “it takes a village” we are saying that it takes everybody. EVERYBODY. Single, married, kids, adults, old people. If this phrase is perhaps our ideal, which it should be,  we have suffered the lacking of it in our lives because of the way we structure our lives and society. But i believe we can change that. And i believe those that are part of the body, and the church have an even larger responsibility to pursue this. But I want to talk more about what it means. 

  In typical America, we are, from early days put into peer groups. Whether it is school, sports, church events, clubs, extra curricular. We tend to socialize and spend our days with people like ourselves. Most churches i have been too have “the singles bible study” where most people feel a bit uncomfortable and undervalued, they are "waiting" to be married. In school you are with your exact age group and typically socio economic status, all day every day. Now there is encouragement and good things that can come from being around people we relate too, but where we have taken it too far is that we have kept away from those that are not like us. Example: why is it that when people get married, they only deem it good to typically hang out with married people? I know most of your answers would be, “well they understand what it’s like, they have my same rhythms. 

I hear you. 

BUT. What if that real hole in your life, and yearning of your heart amidst whatever phase in your life you are is, the lack of diversity. What if your married with kids but need the love and advice and liveliness of a single younger person. Or an old person, or a young child. Or somebody of another race, another economic status. Imagine if your life and community was filled with different people, and how much richer that would feel. And you got to learn from them all, and they learned from you.  

Why do we suggest that this conforming of groups has helped us? When everyday loneliness climbs, mental disorders rise, teen suicide is more common, hate, and even politically we are more and more hostile to one another. It’s because we have abandoned one another in many ways, for similarly ness. For the comfort in only being with people like “us”. 

The biggest ways in our culture that I have seen this system fail us most is in the adolescents, in the elderly, the devaluing of single people, and in the way we misunderstand minorities.

 I’ve been talking to a single friend about these things, I say that but that is not the first thought or even the 10th thought that comes into my head when thinking about her. She is wise, reliable, fun, and servant hearted. She has so much to offer. And yet, she has felt pressure that she is only valuable once she is married with a family, that she hasn’t arrived yet and is in a forever transition. That she doesn’t have a family to offer, but must simply join into other families.  And yet she has been most valuable (I think) in light of her singleness. She has been more available, flexible and filled with wisdom in another perspective BECAUSE she isn’t married with kids. She has just recently begun to feel more embolden to embrace this time, and I’m so proud of her because of it. As a married woman, I need my single friends. And not just because they are single, but because of simply who they are. And I’m sure it will be a temptation when I become a mother to young children to be consumed by that, and I will need my single friends to remind me that isn’t ALL their is. I’m God’s daughter before all else. 

I took a youth ministry class in college and one of the books we read was “The World Beneath” describing teenagers and their phase of life as a hidden world from adults. Kids have learned since the beginning of their education, that you only relate to your own age, adults don’t understand you and you secret away your personal life. That is why their is so much bullying, suicide, teen pregnancy, rape, and insecurity resides in the youth. They are being taught by themselves. We literally put them in a building all day almost everyday with only kids like them typically, full of hormones, insecurities, and strangeness. It’s like a bomb waiting to explode. Then they are often guarded, ridiculed, and misunderstood by the adults that watch them. 

  Now there are exceptions. There are some amazing teachers, administrators and youth workers that have taken up what it means “It Takes a Village” and looked at the youth as people to learn and mentor, to listen to and understand, to spend time with and invite into their lives. In fact perhaps teachers  of any other type of adult, take this burden on most. But I’ve also been in teachers lounges where they discuss the teens with a disdain, constant frustration and suspicion. 

    But imagine if children were surrounded by adults, babies, and different ages who mentored them. Imagine if they didn't shrug off the elderly but actually sat at their feet to listen to them. I remember thinking so many of my peers were strange when I went to public school that had NEVER been around babies, and felt so uncomfortable looking and talking to grown ups (seriously most teenagers are). I had a very rare upbringing, I trusted and enjoyed adults and kids, because I had been surrounded by them, I also felt comfortable with people with disabilities and non-english speakers. And that has given me more richness than the best education could’ve. Grown ups would chuckle at my five year old self because if I was sitting near you, I'd probably start a conversation with you, and expect to be taken seriously. 

   In many ways we are failing the youth. Watch shows like 13 Reasons, or walk into a middle school or high school. You will see what I’m talking about. It is a world beneath, but it doesn’t have to stay that way, it will require US giving them time, love, understanding and VALUE. God says do not underestimate somebody according to their age.  

   When I read the Native American book “The Wolf at Twilight” it was full of wisdom and life lessons taught by a 90 year old man. My Paw Paw is one of my favorite people to talk to, he has SO much experience and I love listening to his stories and his advice. But both my Paw Paw, and this Native American man, had been given a role in which they were RESPECTED, and valued. Typically we don’t do that in our culture. We put them in nursing homes, we see them as old and used, not as relevant as the younger people. We think old people are sometimes cute, but not really to be taken seriously. But those same elderly people have lived more life than anybody else on the earth. Shouldn't we be asking them questions? I think one of the reasons this Native American man in the book was so sharp and wise was because his community and people VALUED him above all others, because he was an elder. They described elders and babies being closest to the creator. Babies, because they have just innocently been born into the world newly made by the creator, and the elderly because they are nearing the end where they will meet Him again. These two groups in Native American culture are valued greatly, and respected. How different our lives would be if we did the same as a society, if we asked the old for their wisdom and had it balanced with young people and their new vision of the world, they would challenge and grow each other.  

The last group I want to talk about is minority groups. We are in an age now we are talking more about slavery, about immigration, about social injustice (although we are not talking much about Native Americans). These are great things. But most minorities I have talked to still feel like the majority white America never actually ASKS them, or LISTENS, or tries to really UNDERSTAND their perspective. They don’t enter their neighborhoods and communities. The book The Hate U Give, really discusses this a lot. it’s about a black girl who lives in “the ghetto” but goes to a white wealthy school. Her white friends will not go to her neighborhood because it’s scary. She feels she must act in a completely different way at school then at home, and school friends and her neighborhood community do not ever meet. Towards the end some of the people at her school become more willing to enter her world, and she is feeling more bold to be herself. And it’s powerful. I have seen in my life what it looks like to have minorities included, and groups really mixed racially, and when their is mutual respect and trust….man it is a force to be RECKONED with. The Sunday morning church services shouldn’t be as segregated as it is. It should be colorful and different. And if your black you shouldn’t have to act white to be in a more white church. There shouldn’t be such a thing. There is only THE Church. How beautiful His kingdom is because it is ALL believers across this world. But we miss so much when we don’t invite each other into our lives. 

So It Takes a Village. Imagine your life if the possibility of a society with you spending time with different kinds of people. of gaining knowledge and understanding from the innocence of a child, to the great experience of a 90 year old couple. The passion and freedom of a single person, to the new family of a married couple. The experiences and history of a black man and woman, the closeness and love of a latino family, the dedication and culture of the asian student in your history class, the kid with down syndrome who always gives such good hugs. Imagine looking at each of them with value, and seeking to learn from them. Imagine if you could have a community like this. This is the Body our Father was envisioning for us. I believe with all my heart that it is possible to have it, but you have to fight for it. It might be uncomfortable at first, it might be messy, but love can do all things. So don’t just say, It Takes a Village….break barriers and make a village. 

Good books to read that I reference or have gotten inspiration from

1. Wolf at Twilight by Kent Nerburn (part of a series) - discusses the forgotten stories of what happened to the Native Americans, and the value of the elderly and the young

2. The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas - discusses blackness, police shootings, racism, and the pressures of being black in a white world. Really interesting and wonderful perspective to hear. 

3. Casual Vacancy by J.K. Rowling - this one is very explicit and has a lot of language, but really delves into the disparity and anger between the youth and the grownups. Also the gap between the haves and the have nots. 

Unifying Expressions

Life can be so strange sometimes, full of mixed feelings and experiences, sometimes culminating in a big contradiction. Many of you know that I recently miscarried. It was absolutely horrible. Maybe the worst thing I have ever been through in my life. And many women experience this. Many, many women. I didn't realize how many until it happened to me and many sent the message..."me too".
 
   My Farmer and I were ready to have a family. We had waited over two years, fun years of travel, starting a coffee cooperative, and being a young married couple in a hut tucked away in a small village. But we both felt ready to start a family, and have long been excited for this time. And I know it's a hard time and everything changes, but My Farmer and I tend to thrive in busy and hard things. We also have always felt because our lives are so different, and our story so bizarre, that the Father really had his hand on our future children. That they would be as unique as our life. In whatever form that took.

    We started trying and the next month. Tada! Those two red lines. I couldn't sleep that night. Pregnancy happens to tons of women, yes, but it's never happened to me. I had never had a life, a LIFE, from Ahn (the LOVE of my life), growing inside of me. We were....we were blissfully happy. I couldn't wait for my first appointment. We told most of the people in the village because I was acting different (life here is close quarters so anything changes and people know). The village was crazy excited. There was so much rejoicing for this life.

The first doctor appointment came and lets just say it was a little traumatic. Hospitals are not great here, neither are doctors. Most of them don't speak the local language. So I went in and they didn't speak to me or look at my face, or say normal things like "congratulations there is a baby!"  "How are you?" They just yelled loudly in another asian language and pointed at my sonogram. Then talked about fluid and how my baby was gonna fall out in broken english. They ended up saying I should be fine if I am on bedrest. Awesome.

   I kinda wrote them off a little because what they said made no sense to me. They tend to freak people out here unnecessarily. But I slept a lot, and rested a lot. Stopped working out. And prayed a lot. But to be honest I really thought my baby was going to be fine.

   I'll never forget that moment it changed. It went from fine to horrible. About two weeks later I was watching the Breakfast Club (yeah you can laugh) on my computer when sharp painful cramps started. They lasted for about an hour, and Ahn held me. I could hear him praying out loud. I did what most Americans do and grabbed my phone searching if cramps were normal. Everything said it was most likely fine unless there was blood. I tried to go to sleep and not stress too much.

  The next morning there was blood. And I knew. I lost my mind. I called my family. My mom had never had a miscarriage. I really never thought I would either. I'm healthy, strong and good genes, it won't happen to me. We went to a different hospital, a much better one and the doctor confirmed what we thought. He said no movement, too small and no heartbeat. He looked at the floor and said, "I'm sorry." Those words you never want to hear a doctor say.

   Ahn and I get stared at wherever we go. It was impossible to hold it together. I know so many people witnessed my shocked tear streamed face leaving the hospital that day.

   I read everything on the internet about miscarriage. From what I read, I prepared myself for some bleeding and cramps, because that is what the internet said.

Now. This is what blindsided me. This can be different for every woman. But many women (I now know) have the exact same thing happen to them. My body went into labor. It was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. We don't have a bathroom, so I went outside pacing and having bits of that precious life I couldn't wait to hold and name, come out.

It was horrible.

The labor was so horrible because it was so much pain, and it wasn't pain that was gonna bring joy at the end. Only death.

This is where life can be a great big contradiction. My lowest moment. Ahn and I are in such shock and sorrow. I'm tired and devastated at this point it's been going on for a few hours. Our neighbor and close friend, Mecayo, an older momma who manages Auxano, walks outside and sees me. She knows exactly what is happening. She runs over and holds me up, knowing I'm tired. She brings me inside, there are a few other women there and her son. I'm not super coherent but I remember the other women weeping with me. Putting hands on my shoulder, and Mecayo's son Tai, holding my hand and praying, as I writhed and cried. They genuinely felt deep grief with me, I felt it in those tears and embraces.

 In that moment, in a culture that teaches to keep most emotions inside, our community openly grieved with us. I felt such love, such support, such transparent unashamed love and grief. I will never forget it. This lady, who I used to dislike, who has done things I won't understand but who I have grown to rely on and cherish so dearly, was physically holding me up so I have strength.

The next day would bring almost every woman in our community, many who have had a miscarriage as well, to my door. Crying, hugging and sharing their pain or sorrow with me. This culture can many times be very hard and lonely when struggling because of this deep shame and fear to share one's sorrow. My farmer was honestly shocked by the response to the miscarriage.

You see this country, feels so different. And I know women here feel different from me, but my fight from the beginning is to show them that we are the same. In that moment, through that deep grief, we knew and understood each other. Because in the end we were all just women, and they saw that truth too.

This is the contradiction. In moments of deep suffering, the Father reveals joy. He reveals love. Grief and suffering tend to show us who we are, and who are friends are. It shapes us in a way only hardship can. It makes us strong, it makes us love better and walk wiser. My brother Jesse used to call it walking with a limp. We walk strong but those who have experienced hardship have a limp, it doesn't stop them but it has changed them. And those with limps walk together and recognize when they meet each other.

This miscarriage is still painful. Every morning I wake up and remember I'm not pregnant, and want to cry. Every time I see some pregnancy announcement, or pregnant lady I think..."that should be me". My Farmer felt the pain as deeply, he was dreaming of that child everyday, with kisses and talks to my stomach and all. The absence of our little baby in my womb has hurt him deeply.

Now every woman grieves and deals differently, but I feel like miscarriage is kept so silent. I can understand why, there are lots of feelings of shame. "What did I do?" "Why couldn't I sustain this life?" "Whats wrong with me?" But as I talk to others, I realize how common it is, especially for the first. And many times it's completely out of our control.

One of my best friends took some beautiful pictures that we were gonna use to announce our sweet babe.  These pictures are so beautiful, even though they bring some bittersweet feelings, remembering that happiness. But I wanna put a few on here, because that little life may not have mattered to many people, but for all the women who have experienced this grief, and for all the women who will. Celebrate that life, cry for that life, cherish that life, and never forget. That is crazy thing about grief, it can be unifying. Across the world, in the most remote places of the world, a woman has gone through this, and has felt it. These are the unifying expressions of pain and sorrow that make us human, and make us need the Father so much more. I believe it is the deepest human desire to be known and loved fully by God and by their fellow human beings, we get glimpses if this kind of intimacy in the pain.

For any woman going through this, who has or who will, hang on honey. It is the worst, your heart will heal but you will carry the scars and you will never forget that child.  One of my favorite series of books is the Chronicles of Narnia. It hits my soul in so many places with it's storytelling. But while I was feeling the pain in losing this child, I read out loud pieces of the Magicians Nephew, when Diggory is grieving over the imminent death of his mother, and he looks up at Aslan...and Aslan's big lion eyes are filled with tears. He weeps with Diggory. Diggory even feels that Aslan is greiving more deeply then he himself. I don't know why it comforted me, but it did. Maybe it will comfort you.

Don't forget you are not alone. Grief comes to all of us. This life is fleeting and we will fade, but while we are here let us be good to one another.

What are We Building?

    I haven’t written in awhile because I don’t always know how to vocalize what I am feeling, or my understanding of what is happening around me. Words can be powerful but if treated foolishly they can paint obscure and misleading pictures. I think lately a huge word and discipline I have been focusing on is listening instead of always communicating. It’s not an easy thing to do, and I’m not simply talking about listening to people while you talking, that is only a piece of it. I mean asking questions and really listening for the answer. I have been trying to listen…to seek understanding from my Father about many things. It’s been a beautiful time of silence and learning.  

    My friend recently read a book on Native Americans, their stories their cultures. I was inspired to read a book called the Lakota Way, which is a great read and I’d recommend it to anybody. My friend read out loud to me a quote that said something along the lines of, one of the issues with western culture is that we don’t take time to listen, the white man seeks to be understood before understanding. We want to tackle every problem quickly, efficiently; we want to let everybody know what we think and what we know. But rarely do I know any people brave enough to say “I don’t know.” We create rules and systems, we build organizations and projects, we are efficient, and we are knowledgeable.

   But do we ever ask why we are doing something? Is it right?

Many disasters in our world’s history have taken place because humans have followed a rule, or precedent without questioning it. Without going back to the beginning, asking the why.

   Another friend had this dream, it really struck me; In fact, I haven’t felt like writing until I heard this. His dream was of his son building something out of Legos, he had so much joy in the building and it was really beautiful. His friends and siblings were building with him, they did it because they loved it and they loved each other. Then people started to notice the building, they told the boy how good it was, and he should do this there, and change this here to make it REALLY amazing The boy listened and began to feel pressure to make it greater, to meet the expectations, suddenly it wasn’t joyful anymore, he lost patience with others building with him. In the end he built something truly magnificent, but his joy and love were lost.

   This is a warning in my heart for what we are building here, and how we must hold on to love and joy. 

I think of so many big beautiful things that are built. Big churches, big projects, businesses, and organizations. Some do truly wonderful things. But some of them you can walk in and it’s like a well-oiled machine that perhaps once organic has given into the larger system way of doing things. Deep relationship no longer comes naturally but must be forcibly attempted; it has compromised to meet the demands of outside voices. It has stopped listening, stopped asking questions. It pumps out good deeds like an assembly line.

    We do coffee, simple because we love these people, this is an expression of our love. Something beautiful we can build together. There are so many situations that arise whether in coffee, or just the community in general my American efficiency reaction kicks in, our insane inclination to fix everything we can takes over me. And I forget why I’m even here. Thank goodness my father loves me, and reminds me, and a husband who grew up here and knows how to take things slowly and relationally.  

We had several visitors that came to be with us and are full of wisdom in so many ways, they were here long enough to see disasters or hard things happen. And see our reaction to it. In one such situation I didn’t know what to do, I was so upset. One of my friends just said, “Let’s ask, let’s take time to think about how to love this person, and see with eyes of abundance.”

Ask. Listen. What simple things, but how hard it is for us.

When people want to know fully everything we do and cross-examine looking for results, I want to answer with this; come and see. And ask the question with us; what does it mean to build community here? What does it mean to walk with these people? Because I don’t know the full extant to that answer but I will always ask it…and listen. Listen to the one who made them, and love them.

This question of what are we building and way can be put to almost anything we do. If you are a teacher ask the question why are you teaching? Is it to get kids to pass a test? Or to build up a new generation of thinkers? If you’re a parent you’re not making your perfect family, you are raising the next group of humans to carry on the legacy of the world after you are dust. I have had to ask myself a million times why we need to build a home and make sure we are doing it for the right reasons.

Whatever we do it is so important we remember why we are building something, and never be so insecure that we can’t question why, and take heart to listen patiently for the answer.

In the noise of this technological, efficient and sophisticated age we must remember what we are even building because it might not be good if we stop asking. Sometimes we build things just because we can but we must always ask is if it is right and never ever lose our love and joy. Only with those things can we truly build something beautiful that requires deep relationships to complete it.

Staying Sane in Life's Insanity

We all have different levels of chaos in our lives. Juggling school and a job, or several jobs, kids, relationships whatever it is. When we wake up on some mornings it’s easy to wake up already feeling defeated by the insanity of life.

Now to set the stage I live in a tiny elevated wood house (sort of like a big tree house). The people in the house vary from 6-11 in the house. There are no rooms. There are no bathrooms. At 5 am people are awake in your space, demanding things of you, kids are crying, music is blaring. Any tasks done here are done very slowly (we call it Lao time) which can be extremely frustrating when trying to work, wifi doesn’t always happen, and if you need anything it’s going to be a 30 minute drive (oh don’t forget if you have an errand ALL your neighbors are going to want to run their errands in your truck too….so you end up running all of their errands as well). Also trying to organize a business and farming cooperative with no table or chair and transferring information into several languages and across a totally different culture. WHEW! That is my life. I tell you this to give you some hope, if I can get stuff done and maintain joy you can too!

My worst days have been when I handle life’s chaos and reality poorly. I’m learning all these things and don’t always do them perfectly, but each one has helped me so much. So here are 10 helpful tips to manage crazy life situations.

1.     Mornings are yours. Whether you have kids or not, school or work, start the morning the way YOU want to. I honestly hate having to step out of my bed and face a crowd of people in our house demanding my time first thing in the morning. It puts me in a terrible mood and gave the day a bad start. So now I sit in my room with a sheet being my protector from the outside world and don’t get out till everyone goes to work around 7:30 a.m. They all think I’m weird but I don’t care because I wake up in a quiet house, can make coffee, and wash my face at my pace without an audience. This will be different for everyone, but wake up the way you want to. If that means waking up a little earlier, changing up your schedule, or setting boundaries do it. It’s your morning, and it’s going to change your day if it’s a good one.

2.     Organize something. Maybe not everybody cares about organization. I haven’t always been super organized, but since my life has become more chaotic and dirty it has helped me SO SO SO SO much spending time and energy organizing what I can. I honestly think when I’m stressed and feel like I can’t control anything, organizing my bookshelf, or clothes, getting rid of things I don’t need, de-stresses me so much.

3.     Make something beautiful. Our days can be full, our budgets tight but doing something simple to make our space a warm one helps me relax when I need too. I recently have been taking old wine bottles and painting/decorating them. They are super simple and add a touch of beauty in our little house. You don’t need to be super creative to make homemade house items. Just go on pinterest and choose something easy and you’ll be surprised how satisfying it’ll feel after. Also I’ve found sitting still and completing a small task amidst all the unfinished/ongoing tasks helps calm and encourage my heart.

4.     Live simply- I have found the more stuff I have the more stressed I feel. I don’t have much out here, but I try to give away anything I’m not using regularly. I hope when I become a parent I will keep things simple for my kids, I think too much stuff can stress or over-stimulate children as well. There is a huge movement towards minimalism and I love it, and think it can be a super freeing and healthy way to live. My Farmer and I have found experiences are much more worth investing in then stuff. Less stuff, less mess. 

5.     Do something for you. Whether it’s watching a movie, reading a book, or working out we all need some time to un-wind. A way to turn our minds off of whatever worries we have. In my free time, I constantly feel like I have to be emailing, calling, writing, and sharing so we are full funded. It was really stealing all my joy and making me constantly panic about money. Now in my evening free time I go for a run, shower and I drink a cup of tea while reading. I discovered that if you have a library card you can borrow books online from your library and read them on Kindle cloud for FREE. Plus you can download it and read it offline. It has been a lifesaver and although I prefer a book in my hand it’s nice to get new books out here always on my computer. So if you’re on a tight budget no worries, get a library card, search your county's library website, login and start reading at no cost.

6.     Turn off the phone. Whether your at work or with your family focus on what your doing, and don’t be half distracted by your phone buzzing. I never get any work done when I’m constantly looking at it. Also I never focus fully on the people around me when obsessing over it. We miss so many moments and don’t get tasks done when we are constantly scrolling. I also feel having our attention split heightens our anxiety. I usually have my online time in the morning, or at night. In the day I try to be present 100%, it helps me focus and feel more productive in life’s craziness. I don’t always succeed but I’m getting better and better at it.

7.     Feel Good, Do good. I stole this one from my friend Nicki. Read her blog the Everyday Simple, it has challenged and encouraged me for so many ways. But looking good is not for anybody but for myself. If I’m dirty, clothes are dirty and I feel ugly, I’m going to let the craziness of the day win, and end up lying in my tiny room feeling utterly defeated. People often laugh when they notice I wear lipstick out here, don’t laugh, I’m still a girl and nothing makes me feel sexier or more confident than some red lipstick. I’m ready to take on the day. If you want some lipstick that will never come off all day so you can look good whether your cleaning up your kid's puke, working on a farm, or giving a presentation to your boss, click here.

8.     Be flexible. I had to let go of plans here. But I think we need to let go of it some wherever we are  (not only if your in a Lao village). Don’t always schedule everything (errands, meetings with friends etc). Also if life changes a bit, it’s ok to adjust your schedule and boundaries. When harvest time is in full swing for us, I will probably have less free-time, but joy in doing something I love. It’s ok for things to change. If I try to plan out everyday, it never goes the way I want it to, as long as we stay productive but try to limit our expectations our mood will be better. I tend to welcome and thrive in the chaos instead of fight it all day when I have a more flexible attitude. 

9.     Let people help you. I have had to accept help in so many different ways. I honestly hate needing help, but I’ve learned that it brings more community in my life, deepens my relationships, humbles me AND get’s things done better. It can also be more fun. Communal culture in Laos has rubbed off on me for sure, I now love doing things as a group and offer help as much as it’s given to me.

10. Laugh. A lot.  Honestly sometimes everything will be broken, you'll have a bad day at work, you won't get the grade you want, you'll be late, your kids will be screaming, everything will seem like it's falling apart. You have to laugh, I promise you it's the cure all. God knew I needed a funny husband for our dark days here. He keeps me laughing when I need it and it has never failed. 

Hope you enjoyed these, and I want to hear more ways YOU thrive in the crazy days, or how you deal with insanity. Post a comment or shoot me a message! Life can be insane but instead of fighting it let’s roll with it.