Hiding in the Laundry Room

Ten years ago I found myself hiding in my laundry room. A new friend had unexpectedly stopped by and I didn’t want to be seen. I didn’t want my house to be seen. I was embarrassed by my appearance and ashamed that my house wasn’t in better order.
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So I hid.
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I knew that day something needed to change. I was lonely. I wanted friends, but I didn’t know how to juggle the authenticity of life with the desire to live an open door lifestyle.
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So I jumped into learning all I could about hospitality. About authentic living. About making friends. And my heart began to swell for others who may also be hiding in the laundry rooms of life.
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That’s why I write. That’s why I send out emails and offer free downloads and post stories and ask questions. I want to show women there is a beautiful way to live authentically while also offering hospitality. Imperfect hospitality at that.