More.

Today’s reality.

I stopped writing toward the end of 2026. Life and work got busy. Really busy. End of year tasks became a sponge, sucking me in. Writing became a chore. The more I did, the more I didn’t want to do. Slowing down was the only option. Focusing on family, a good book, and just being… for a few months. It felt good.

The New Year brings a fresh set of personal goals. Valentine’s Day brings self love. Lent brings a heavenly focus. The perfect opportunity to hit the restart button.

A quick glance in the review mirror, I am reminded of the word “more.” So, I ask myself. “What if I emphatically embrace the “more” but narrow my focus. Can the more have, well, more?

More meaning. More purpose. More results.

The question becomes personal. I make a list. What kind of more do I want for myself?

more PRODUCTIVITY in my day

more PASSION in my projects

more INTENTION in my actions

Back to work. Thinking. If I mix productivity, passion, and intention with my obsessive, crazy, addiction to color, pattern, and texture… I’m knocking on the door of my own design utopia.

Now to make the imagined my reality. My creativity becomes deeply personal. We become the clients. Our house. Yep, our house. We’re making a few changes.

Come along for the ride. There’s more work to be done.