This Coronavirus quarantine has forced me to slow down and focus on my life. It's feeling awesome and horrible at the same time.

Sometimes a good health scare is all you need to shake up your complaining and turn it into gratitude and digging in with grit.

Lowering the bar in life helps you to stop choking yourself on how high the bar is. Letting in imperfection is the better way to find joy.

Things don't always go our way, even if we make a magical "vision board" Oprah told us about in the 1990s. Maybe our way isn't the only way.

Sometimes it's good to be alone and observe the world around you to remind you to dig in deep to this moment because this is the good stuff.

We all want to be right, but there is more power in being vulnerable and apologizing when we've messed up. No fun, right?

Challenging ourselves to do more doesn't always equal more money or higher status. Maybe the payoff is unknown but should we dig in anyway?

It's normal to get frustrated with annoying things people do, but this year I want to dig deeper and let it all in, so I can love better.

My kids don't like going to church, but I like to challenge their self-absorbed minds with big thinking, so they're kind adults one day.

Our legacies will most likely be more of a whisper that few will carry within them as a result of the little things we do to connect.

It's easy to paint a picture where we're the victim and our spouse is the annoying one, but we're all super annoying and awesome at once.

I don't give my kids a false idea of perfection, so when they get into the real world they're not shocked not everyone thinks they're great.

As a parent, we want to encourage our kids to follow their bliss and to grab life by the horns, but it's nice to be able to afford food too.

Kids love you the most when you are your real, dorky, goofy self with them, being honest that you are imperfect, so they can be the same.

FB friends are not often "real" friends, so my goal now is to make deeper connections off the soul-sucking screen to make this life count.

Pretending or wanting to be grateful is a cheap coat of paint that peels quickly. Gratitude has to be earned, one ugly step at a time.

We're quick to say to leave the past in the past, but let's make peace with who we are because of how the past has shaped us, good and bad.

My faith is more of a lukewarm cultural sentiment, but my faith is strongest when I admit I'm a hot mess who wants to keep trying.

Adulthood doesn't have to be full of self-neglect and a suffocation of joy. Let's tap into what once lit us up before "adulting" took over.

We sometimes say some dumb, heartless things to those who are in pain. I now bring honest vulnerability to the table, no matter how awkward.