This past week, Juniper walked into the kitchen to find me singing at the top of my lungs while washing dishes. When I looked to greet her, I saw a wide-eyed, opened-mouth, little girl. She looked totally struck with the scene. I can only imagine what was going through her mind, but it must have been good because she immediately started singing along. (Must have been some pretty good singing right? Michael might disagree).

My point in this story is to make sure you are doing what makes you come alive, and make sure someone sees it, inspire someone.