This week was a good week. An amazing, productive, absolutely exhausting week that I actually really loved and will never be able to forget.

I volunteered in the 4 and 5 year old's room for Vacation Bible School at my church and loved every God-given second I was blessed with... To lead, encourage, and sing. To just be someone to hold their precious little hands when they needed some help or redirection. I can't even describe how purposeful I felt lying down in bed each night knowing that I planted seeds in those kiddos... Seeds that God will continue to grow.

I had some post scheduling issues on Wednesday, I didn't get around to writing my post in time for Thursday, and the post idea that I had planned for today just wasn't flowing. I was feeling so blessed with everything that's crossed my path this week and it got to be a little overwhelming because I just couldn't get my thoughts down fast enough... + in an organized manner.

I was going to say heck with a post today, but then I realized that this topic itself would make a great one. An honest one straight from the heart of a blogger who has been putting way too much pressure on herself. It's strange, but I often forget the purpose of this space is very simply to share what's on my heart and what I'm passionate about. There's no one barking orders or shunning me... But it's so easy to feel that way when things don't go according to plan. We really are our own worst critic's.

Truth be told, the reason I wasn't able to find time to get my Thursday post written was because immediately after Bible School, I met up with one of my dearest friends for coffee. She just got back from a missions trip to Panama and I wanted to hear all about it. THAT'S what my heart needed that night. When I got home, I went straight to bed. I had to be up by 6:30 the next morning to nanny and I valued my prayer time and sleep more than I valued writing that post.

Does it mean I don't want to share it? No. Does it mean I regret getting coffee with my bestie instead of coming home to work on it? Absolutely not. It only means that things didn't work out exactly the way my little perfectionist mind and type A personality had planned they would and because of that, I counted myself as a failure of a blogger.

That thought alone says that I have lost all sense of what my heart wants for this blog. Today, I'm putting the kabosh on that nonsense and I'm getting organized. I'm filling empty notebooks or blank iPhone notes with ideas, words, and experiences that I want to share from this week and I'm moving forward with less pressure on my back and more passion in my heart.

Can a girl get an amen?

My heart is filled with so much HAPPY looking back on this week...