I didn't plan on becoming a sourdough baker. A last-minute trip to New York, a mother-in-law who bakes like it's second nature, and a sourdough starter named Lolita changed everything. Here's what 12 loaves in one week taught me.

The sky is giving you permission to start over. All you need is a candle and five minutes.

I don't have a perfect morning routine. I have a small orange notebook and the habit of noticing.

Nobody's pantry is perfect. Mine definitely isn't. But it's a whole lot better than it used to be.

The kids blurt out 'it has palm oil!' in the middle of Costco. I used to be embarrassed. Now I just smile.

Wholeness is not a destination. It's a spiral — and every hard thing is part of the movement.