Bluebonnets blooming in Fredericksburg Texas
by Karon -

The Rhythm I Found in Fredericksburg: My March Project

Each month this year, I’ve been choosing a project centered around intentional living and personal growth. In January, I focused on really seeing. In February, it was acts of kindness.

March, though, didn’t begin with a clear plan. Somewhere between moving multiple times, settling into Fredericksburg, and spending my days with my mom, a different kind of project quietly took shape — one I didn’t plan, but simply lived.

This month became about letting go of structure and allowing a natural rhythm to emerge.

I thought my month in Fredericksburg would be slow-paced and relaxing, but it did not start out that way. The house I had leased for the month had one tiny problem — a mouse — which I discovered after I had unloaded most of my things.

The woman I rented it from had another place I could stay temporarily while I looked for something else. But there were no other rentals available in my price range on such short notice. Instead, she arranged for me to move between a couple of Airbnb rentals, which meant packing up and relocating four different times during the month.

My only other option would have been to give up my time in Fredericksburg with my mom and go somewhere else. I decided to be flexible, move around, and stay.

So far, it’s been well worth it.

My mom and I have shared some really lovely moments. My niece came for a visit, and we spent time together talking, eating good food, and catching up. Then my sister Kathy visited. We took mom to Hallmark — her favorite store — and helped her pick out cards for the next few months. After lunch, we sat with her and organized them.

The next day, Kathy and I rearranged mom’s room to make it more functional for her. We also had some priceless time together catching up, and shared the best cheese enchiladas I’ve had in a long time.

Each day, I sit with my mom during one or more meals and visit with her and her tablemates. And each day, I’ve been slowly cleaning out and reorganizing her drawers, her closet, and her things, trying to make her small space feel a little more peaceful and ordered. There’s something about it that has felt unexpectedly therapeutic.

This has been the rhythm I’ve found in Fredericksburg.

Other things have been more sporadic — the gym, a few CrossFit workouts, hiking at Enchanted Rock, and exploring some of the tourist spots I’ve never seen before. But the rhythm hasn’t been in those things. It’s been in the everyday moments — sitting, talking, organizing, and simply being with my mom.

I am in my seventh month of being a nomad, and I’m starting to feel more comfortable going with the flow and being spontaneous. I am learning to settle into a place and find my rhythm there, whether that looks like walks on the beach or time spent with my mom.

More than anything, I’m deeply appreciating time with family, and this month has given me so much of that.

As this month comes to an end, I find myself reflecting.

I did some of the things I had hoped to do — a few hikes, some exploring, small moments of getting out and experiencing this place. But that isn’t what lingers.

What lingers are the quiet rhythms that shaped my days — the conversations, the routines, the simple act of being there with my mom.

This month didn’t unfold the way I expected. But somewhere along the way, it settled into exactly what it needed to be — a rhythm rooted in connection, in presence, and in time with my mom.

And I’m so grateful I stayed.

by Karon -

Turning Inward: Reflecting on the Year and Embracing Possibility

As the year draws to a close, I always feel a quiet pull to turn inward. While the world seems to speed up with holidays, plans, and expectations, I instinctively slow down. This has become one of my most meaningful annual rhythms—a time to reflect, take stock, and gently imagine what might come next.

Each year, I create a new list—one I’ve been making annually since 2013—of 100 ideas for the year ahead. It’s not a rigid checklist or a set of resolutions meant to be conquered. Instead, each list is a snapshot in time: a collection of possibilities shaped by where I am in life that year. I keep these lists and return to them occasionally, not to measure success, but to reflect on how my interests, priorities, and sense of curiosity have evolved. Each year, my list returns to familiar themes: places I want to visit, books I hope to read, habits I’d like to build, skills I’m curious about, and experiences I want to try—even if I’m not sure how or when they’ll happen. Some things shift year to year, but these anchors remain.

At the end of the year, I look back at that year’s list and see what found its way into my life. Some items are neatly checked off. Others remain untouched. A few surprises appear—things I never could have planned, but that mattered deeply all the same. I’ve learned not to judge the list by how many boxes are checked. Instead, I notice patterns: what I was drawn to, what I made time for, and what quietly fell away. At the same time, it’s satisfying to see how many items I actually checked off—this year, I completed 60, a tangible reminder of the experiences and moments that curiosity and openness can bring.

As part of this reflection, I also pause to consider the one thing that really defines the year—the experience, lesson, or theme that stood out most over the past twelve months. It’s a way to see the shape and story of the year, capturing what truly mattered amidst both the ordinary and extraordinary moments.

Then comes the gentle sorting. Some unfinished ideas roll forward into the next year, still carrying energy and possibility. Others are released—not because they failed, but because they no longer fit. Letting go has become just as important as dreaming.

I started this practice in 2013, the year I moved to North Carolina. Everything felt new then—towns to explore, trails to walk, seasons to experience. The list became a way to say yes to curiosity and to life itself.

Over time, this practice has shaped my life in ways I couldn’t have predicted. By staying open to what landed on those lists, I’ve found myself swimming with manatees, volunteering alongside sea turtles and witnessing hatchlings make their way to the sea, ziplining despite a lifelong fear of heights, spending a summer in Italy, and traveling as far as Cambodia. I walked on Christo’s The Floating Piers in Italy—an especially meaningful experience after first learning about his work during my undergraduate studies. In Japan, I stood on an active volcano as smoke rose from the earth beneath my feet, and in Nagasaki, I spoke with a survivor of the atomic bombing at the Peace Memorial. I’ve also ridden the Bernina Express through the Swiss Alps, watching the landscape unfold slowly outside the train window. None of these moments came from rigid planning—they came from openness and a willingness to say yes when life offered something unexpected.

Nagasaki bombing survivor. Nagasaki, Japan

A few years ago, another idea found its way into this tradition. I read an article by a young man named Kevin who realized his life had become too narrow, too focused on routine. He created a simple rule for himself: every other month, he and his son would go on an adventure together—something out of the ordinary, something that invited joy. He called it Kevin’s Rule. I loved the simplicity of it. No pressure. No perfection. Just a commitment to experience more life. So I adopted it too, adding a small chart at the end of my list to plan and reflect on these intentional adventures throughout the year. Sometimes they’re big. Sometimes they’re incredibly simple. But they always remind me that joy rarely arrives by accident; it shows up when we make room for it.

Another idea I adopted came from reading about the practice of adding one new habit each quarter. I loved the gentleness of this approach—no overhauls, no all-at-once transformations. I started this about a year ago, and it’s been surprisingly powerful. By focusing on small, intentional changes, I’ve been able to add healthier habits into my life, like morning breathwork and getting early sunlight at the start of the day. When habits are added slowly and thoughtfully, they tend to stay.

Out of this reflection naturally comes direction. During this inward season, I also spend time setting goals for the year ahead—but they grow out of listening, not pressure. I try to keep them realistic and achievable, shaped by what the past year has taught me. I break ideas into small action steps and loose timelines, not as demands, but as gentle guideposts. This part of the process energizes me and helps me move forward with clarity rather than urgency.

Winter, for me, has always been a season for this kind of work. A time to turn inward, to recharge, and to reflect on what’s been—and to reimagine what could be. It’s not about doing more. It’s about paying attention, honoring what matters, and moving forward with intention when the time is right. And when I emerge from this quiet season, I carry with me a sense of clarity and possibility, ready to step into the new year with openness, curiosity, and purpose.

– Kari