Life's Love Letter: A Letter to My Life

  The Quiet Before They Come Home I love getting up early. It’s usually just Dawson and me. We breathe in the serenity of the moment before the rest of the world wakes up. Even though my children are adults now, with homes of their own—and even though my house is quiet most days—I still crave the silence of the morning. I love watching the world wake up: the sun slowly coming into view, cars starting in the distance, animals outside beginning their morning routines. We have these huge, floor-to-ceiling windows that I love to look out of. They allow me to capture the daily, ever-changing rhythm of nature. Today feels especially meaningful because my children are coming to visit. I am beyond myself with excitement. There is something uniquely hard about the stage of life when your “babies” become adults. You parent differently. They are in complete control of their own lives now. I can offer advice, but life must be lived, not managed. They have to find their own way. We watch them f...

      Scarcity, Abundance, and the Reality I Chose John and I were driving home after a long day of shopping when we began talking about the future—what we want more of, what we want to protect, and what we hope to leave behind. At one point, John turned to me and said, “Sometimes, I don’t think you live in reality.” I asked him why, but before he could answer, I already knew. We see life differently. John comes from a mindset of scarcity. I believe in abundance. For a long time, though, I lived in scarcity too. I was taught—directly and indirectly—that this was all I deserved. Don’t believe you can have it all. Don’t reach too far. Don’t want too much. Those thoughts ran through my head daily—sometimes hourly. I used to joke that my tombstone would read: “Here lies Bonny. She was never enough.” The heartbreaking part? I truly believed that. For years, I equated perfection with love. I thought if I could just be perfect—the perfect wife, daughter, mother, fri...

Hello there, Life. Today you are asking me an important question: What do we do with angry feelings? We all have them, and the first brave step is admitting that—to ourselves, without shame. The tricky part isn’t feeling anger; it’s deciding what to do with it. Thank you for asking, Life. I’ll do my best to answer. Anger is a valid and real emotion. We often resist it because it makes us feel out of control. It unsettles us, creates inner chaos, and sometimes makes us want to crawl back into bed and avoid the world. But since we can’t live a meaningful life from under the covers, we have to find another way. The first thing we need to understand is this: anger is rarely the root emotion. It’s usually a protector—something deeper hiding underneath. Anger can mask fear, hurt, sadness, disappointment, or insecurity. Those emotions are heavy and uncomfortable. It’s much easier to stay angry than to feel what’s really there. But that shortcut comes at a cost, dear Life. When we refuse to l...

  What is a love letter to life?  Why we need to love our Lives:   A Love Letter to Life: Why We Must Embrace Our Existence Hi, I'm Bonny! I decided to start this blog so that I —and anyone else seeking genuine contentment—could grab a piece of essential wisdom and perhaps add to the most important lessons we learn on this journey. Everyone has a story. Everyone has experienced some sort of trauma that has knocked them down. The real question is: "Did you get back up?" If you are searching for contentment, your answer must be a resounding "YES!" What truly matters is what we do with our lives once we are back on our feet. So many of us live in fear: afraid to be happy, afraid to enjoy life, afraid to take a risk. These apprehensions are all a result of the trauma we have been through. We need to decide right now whether we will let the trauma control us or if we will put that experience to good use . What does that look like? Here is my personal letter to my li...

“What can I thank life for today?” Today, I’m grateful for my thoughts. Not because they’re always positive—far from it. Sometimes they are exaggerated, dramatic, or downr Introducing Life to Growth and Awareness This morning, as I sat quietly drinking my coffee with my dogs and cat curled around me, I asked myself a simple question:  ight catastrophic. I’m still not sure if that’s a “mom thing” or just how my brain operates. Either way, I’ve been trying to practice that infamous  pause  everyone talks about. Here’s the truth: the pause does absolutely nothing for me. When I’m supposed to pause, my body decides it’s time to sprint. My adrenaline spikes, my heart races, and the filter between my brain and my mouth just… disappears. I’m not proud of that. In fact, it bothers me deeply. When I stop and think about it, I know exactly where it comes from. I spent more than 20 years living in fight-or-flight mode. I became an expert at stuffing down what I really wanted to say ...