What’s that saying again? You can buy things, but you can’t buy time.

Well, I’m trying to buy us some time.

Time to be more present.
Time to explore.
Time to still be their favorite person.

So that’s what we’re doing—taking a mini sabbatical to buy some time.
Time with our kids.
Time with each other.
Time with our dreams.
Time with our thoughts.

If you know me—and definitely if you know Justin—you know we can be pretty spontaneous. All our planning and organizing energy gets poured into keeping the wheels turning in our businesses. But personally and in family – we thrive on some last minute planning.

But this time was different.
This time wasn’t spontaneous.
This was a well-thought-out dream, years in the making.

Maybe it started back in the season I last wrote on this very old blog 🙂

Our move to Oklahoma was about “sinking down some roots,” but it was also born out of financial necessity and vocational dreaming. We didn’t want to live buried in debt. We were chasing financial freedom—not wealth, just freedom. The kind that gives you the power to choose your own path—or maybe even build a path that brings life.

Farming came up as an idea. But we learned that path is mostly hard work with very little freedom or income. Still, it brought something beautiful—getting our hands dirty, cultivating from the soil, watching our little corner of the world come to life. For 10 years we’ve been dreaming and building a place we call home. A place we love.

But farming stayed a hobby. Life still needed income. And we found ourselves on two diverging career paths—Justin in oil and gas, me in feeding therapy and speaking. We could feel the pull—two different tracks, tugging at our time, our marriage, and our family.

We had a dream of a present life together.
And in 2016, Justin started making a plan.

A plan for time.
Time with each other.
Time with our parents.
Presence over hustle.

This wasn’t a whim. It was purposeful.
A small dream requiring hard work.
Seasons of preparation.
Long conversations.
Sacrifice.

Patience.

Leading to rest – built with intention.

So here we are. One year.
One year of being as fully present as we can.
One year of high intention.
One year of family.
One year of adventure.
One year of time.

We’ve pulled the kids out of school, packed our bags, and hit the road for 90 days to begin this new season. A season of time and lived vocation together.

We’re 32 days in, and our hearts are full and happy.

I think I’m ready to share more.

I want to document this time—but also keep it sacred. We still have work and business that does require our presence too – so I’m still figuring out what that looks like to share more publically.

But to our dear community who loves us—thank you.
Thank you for holding space for us.
For the grace and encouragement surrounding our decision and this adventure.
For the support—even from those who don’t fully understand our “why.”

For our business partners, family and friends helping us hold down everything during our travel. You are allowing us to do the work that matters in our business and our family.

We want to share—we love our story—but we’re learning how to balance being present with each other while also telling that story along the way.

So dusting off this old way of communicating with the world for a while. This may change – but for now -Word Press will be my documentation 🙂 – and man do we have some good stories to tell already.