This is what stepping out of my comfort zone looks like.

You might have noticed a slight wind change around my neck of the woods. Here at Nicole Welle central, hub of truth, goodness, and beauty {plus authentic living, purpose, endless laundry, and red wine}, I’ve been plugging along, doing my thing. Or at least, what I thought was my thing.

A change is gonna come… oh, nevermind, it’s here.

Red Wine {Wishful thinking.}

Luckily, I’ve gotten really clear recently on “my thing.”
Unfortunately, I’ve been reluctant to share it with all of you.

But God’s giving me the message that if I’m serious about living my authentic purpose {as my planner cover clearly states}, and if I’m serious about serving Him and making an impact in the world, then I need to get serious about putting myself out there.

That means letting go of worries that some people might not “get” me and what I’m doing. That means overcoming the fears that I’ll lose my tribe {i.e. no one will like me. When do I grow out of that?}. That means constantly asking myself the question, “What would be of most service?” and then being brave enough to go do it.

A Comfort Zone So what exactly is “my thing,” you ask?

Serving and supporting moms of young children. You know the ones {maybe you are one}.

The moms who feel stressed out. The women who have lost themselves in the trenches. The ones who – on the outside – have it all together, but inside are terrified that this anxiety, guilt, and overwhelm are inevitable parts of this never-ending routine.

It’s all too easy to get sucked into the drudgery of caring for our kids and wondering what happened to *our selves* along the way.

I have a message for these smart women that it doesn’t have to be this way. What they know in their gut is true: they can go after their dreams and live their desires – plus, it will make them better mamas!

So get ready for the change that has come. You’ll be seeing more posts that focus on what’s important to women and moms, a little more woo-woo inspiration + straight up reality checks, more opportunities to connect with me and receive personal support.

Now don’t worry. If you’re not a mom, there’s still a place for you here. I’m no betting woman, but I’m willing to wager that you still have a mother or two in your life. We’re all in this together. The young mamas out there might hold a special place in my heart, but the only way they’ll get the message is if you hear it and share it too.

Family I’m excited to be on this journey with you! As always, if you know someone who might be interested in what’s going on around here, please, pass this along or Share my Facebook page.

Now – get out there and enjoy this summer weather!

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It’s been an idyllic summertime experience. It has brought me joy and even made me love my children more, to see them running and laughing and enjoying the simplicity of childhood. When I see the viral posts saying how we need to “give our kids a 1970′s summer” again, I just shake my head. Regardless of the decade, everything we need for a perfect summer is within us.

In a book I was recently reading, the author referenced a Facebook post that was going around a few years ago. In it, Facebook users were prompted to share a list of (somewhat random) things about themselves. Things their closest online friends might not know about them, but maybe should.

The author used it as an opportunity to pull back the facade on her life and be vulnerable with experiences from her past, feelings in her present, and fears of her future that most people didn’t realize about her. It resonated with all who read it, and the response was overwhelmingly positive.

It occurred to me that I could make a list for my children. 15 Things I Want My Kids to Know About Me.

When I am laughing with my daughter on the floor as she pretends I’m her baby, watching the joy unfold on my middle son’s face as I “fly” him on my feet, or feeling the comfort of my oldest son’s arms around me at bedtime, sometimes my mind will think, “I should take a picture of this.”