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Right now, I am in a season of waiting.
My number one dream, the one tucked deepest in my heart, is to become a mother.

It has not happened yet.

Some days, that waiting feels full of quiet hope.
Some days, it feels impossibly heavy.

Lately, I have been reminded of another time when waiting felt like the hardest thing in the world. The season after I took the bar exam.

I had gone through law school full of drive and ambition. I signed up for the bar prep programs everyone else was doing, followed the routines everyone else swore by. I did not listen to my own spirit. I tried to follow the crowd. I ignored the quiet voice inside me that said, You need something different.

And I failed.

I still remember the sting of seeing announcement after announcement on social media. Smiling photos, celebratory posts, the hashtag #esquire everywhere I turned.
It felt like the world had moved forward without me.

But here is what I could not see at the time.
The delay was not the end of my story.
It was the foundation of it.

When I sat for the bar again, I did it my way.
I studied differently. I rested differently. I trusted my own rhythms.
And I passed.

Today, I carry that lesson with me, especially now.
Waiting is not punishment.
It is preparation.
It is a sacred pause between promise and fulfillment.

And if I could go back and tell that past version of myself anything, it would be this:
There is no shame in the slow unfolding.
The dream is still yours.
And you are still becoming the person meant to carry it.

So here I am again, waiting.
Not without tears. Not without ache.
But with a little more grace this time.
And a lot more trust.

Because I know now. The announcement, the milestone, the dream come true. It will come in its time.
And when it does, it will be shaped by every moment of waiting, not rushed into being.


✨ Soft Call to Action:

If you are in a season of waiting too, know you are not alone. You are welcome to share your story here, or simply take a deep breath and trust your path is unfolding beautifully.

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I’m Erika—

Civil rights attorney, crocheter, cat mama, wife, and a woman guided by deep faith.

By day, I advocate for students and families, using the law to challenge injustice in our schools.

When the day winds down, you’ll find me with yarn in my hands, a nice cup of Lady Grey tea, and Merida and Eddy, my two cats, supervising every stitch (or at least pretending to).

This blog is a reflection of the life I am weaving: one of purpose, creativity, rest, and grace. You’ll find stories of advocacy, moments of hope, feline antics, and cozy projects stitched between them all.


Thanks for being here. However you found your way, I hope you’ll feel at home.

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