Author: britstueven

As I sat down and attempted to stretch my outer left fingers to their usual C-to-C keys, my thumb-restricted wrist brace held me back.Ughhhh, just add that to the long, lovely list of things I need to keep waiting on, I bah-humbugged to myself, as I bitterly walked away from the piano.Thanks to a little thing called "Mommy Wrist" — a type of … Continue reading Perhaps this ‘whiplash’ is really a cha-cha →

The following words are not for brain surgeons, bridge engineers, rocket scientists, wasabi farmers, tightrope walkers, seamstresses, Olympians, or anyone who’s cooking turkey. Because let’s face it:  There are things in this life that require meticulous focus, impeccable conditions, diligent practice, and precise timing.  Some things require nothing but to wait till it’s literally “done,” … Continue reading Don’t wait till it’s perfect →

Before you dig in, I'll have you know this: I wrote this on Saturday, then decided not to post it. Even after encouraging you, too, to embrace imperfection and incompleteness, I suddenly worried that this was too scattered and too...impulsive. How hilarious is that? But after some just-do-it encouragement from a friend who I knew … Continue reading Dead grass, a published typo, and other unexpectedly inspiring things →

Lessons from Mamahood When my neighborhood magazine, Solterra Living, asked me to share my story of becoming a mama, I was so honored. But, wow, little did I know that it would take me six weeks to complete it.Writing about waiting, God, adoption, Korea, parenting, and my first Mother's Day in 1,000 words max was … Continue reading Delightfully messy joy →

In August 2015, I led a pilot program called the 30-Day Journey with 86 open-minded participants. We explored the art of choosing stillness, gratitude, simplicity, and adventure with small-action, big-impact prompts along the way. Some people shared a ton on how much it was impacting them, while some people stayed totally quiet. Part of me thought those silent folks … Continue reading She stopped saying ‘someday’ →