A Letter To My Younger Self

Hey girl — It’s me, Kel — your older self — talking to your twenty-two-year-old self. Do you recall her? Ripe age of twenty-two, full of angst to fulfill her purpose and loaded with a quivering confidence. I’m 32 now. Crazy, right? I’m married, with a four-year-old and STILL trying to maneuver this purpose thing. Sit […]