Tuesday, November 30, 2010

A voice in silence.

I have had the laryngitis now for 5 days. I cannot speak. It is killing me. But yet I am constantly reminded that there is a purpose to all this silence. It has made me listen. It has allowed me to let others speak. To let their words be heard. The silence of my voice has allowed me to really hear the wind, rain, birds, and leaves falling. It has made me become okay with resting. Being still. Finding ways of communication outside of the spoken word. It has been an interesting experience, and an enlightening one. It has not been without it's frustrations and discouraging cries, but it has been a constant reminder to trust God. He has literally spoken to me and spoken through me to others through my silence. That was a miracle in of itself. A day of disappointment and discouragement and God opened my bible up to James 1:1-12. "Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all he does. The brother in humble circumstances ought to take pride in his high position. But the one who is rich should take pride in his low position, because he will pass away like a wild flower. For the sun rises with scorching heat and withers the plant; its blossom falls and its beauty is destroyed. In the same way, the rich man will fade away even while he goes about his business. Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him." It was this passage that I passed along to a friend (in the form of a text message of course)... unbeknownst to me that he needed to hear those more than I. In my silence, God used me to minister to him. I was humbled by this experience. God used me in my doubt and discouraged heart to bless another. I gave thanks to Him. Now I find myself struggling again. I have an audition tomorrow. A performance on Friday and no voice with which to do either. I feel my doubt and fears creeping up on me. They whisper negative barbs in my ear and tell me that I am doomed and my career is over. Oh Lord help me now I pray. Send someone to minister to me. I am in dire straights. Restore me... Lift me up... Do not tear from me my hopes and dreams and dash them before me. Give me faith.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

It's all about perspective isn't it?

I sit and listen to the ageless piano sounds of George Winston. His December album is a must listen to. I turn it on at the beginning of every holiday season. Since tomorrow will be Thanksgiving, I deem it necessary that I write about all that I have to be thankful. To quote Laura Ingalls Wilder: "At long last I am beginning to learn that it is the simple things of life that make living worthwhile, the sweet fundamental things such as love and duty, work and rest, and living close to nature." It is indeed the simple things in life that matter. That mean something. I am learning to slow down and take in all that my life has to offer. To "breath deep and suck out all the marrow of life."
So with that reflection in hand I say this: I am thankful for God's eternal and unfailing grace. His boundless and countless mercy. The ability to fall down, and then to accept His hand and get back up again. Just like a child that learns to walk. That child takes his first step. He wobbles, he sways, he counters his balance and then just when he thinks he's got it, he falls to the ground. So am I like that child; wobbling, swaying, and balancing through life. But just like that child, I have a parent that comes to my side and picks me up, brushes me off, and sets me on my feet again. Only my parent is my God. Yaweh. The Great I Am. The Creator of all things and namely the author of my salvation. It is that truth, that I have everything to be grateful for.
My Papa reminds me that I GET to work, not that I have to work. It is all about perspective isn't it? I get to work. I get to perform, I get to play, I get to love, I get to laugh, I get to be God's child. I get to live. Oh for a thousand tongues to sing my great redeemers praise!
I will praise and be thankful for a life full of blessings, renewed relationships, new opportunities, reborn dreams, and a discovery of oneself... found after so many years lost.
I am thankful for all moments in my life, both good and bad. They have shaped me, molded me, delighted me, and defined me.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Message in a bottle...part 2

The complexities of the night before have faded into the background. Sleep was sound and deep; at the same time restless and tiring. There is a feeling of unfinished business in my sleep, and a reoccurring theme that won't die. Fight... that is the unfinished business that my subconscious won't let go of...Fight until you make it Bree, fight until you have nothing left to fight for, fight until all victories have been won, fight until you are and where you want to be, fight until you die. The word fight means so many different things in the English language, but the ones that stick out in my mind is "to contend with or against in any manner (to fight despair; to fight the passage of a bill) or to carry on or to maintain (a battle, a duel, a cause, a quarrel, etc.)." So that is what I must do. Carry on and maintain; contend with or against in any manner... stay strong Bree, stay strong... the bullies of this world cannot hold you down. They cannot keep you from the course that God has laid out. He will not be thwarted. He will not be pushed aside and He will not be bullied... therefore Bree rest in this:
In the Lord I take refuge.
How then can you say to me;
"Flee like a bird to your mountain.
For look, the wicked bend their bows;
the set their arrows against the strings
to shoot from the shadows
at the upright of heart.
When the foundations are being destroyed,
what can the righteous do?"
The Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord is on his heavenly throne.
He observes the sons of men;
his eyes examine them.
The Lord examines the righteous,
but the wicked and those who love violence
his soul hates.
On the wicked he will rain
fiery coals and burning sulphur;
a scorching wind will be their lot.
For the Lord is righteous,
he loves justice;
upright men will see his face."
~Psalm 11

Monday, November 1, 2010

Message in a bottle...

I apologize for the delay in my posts as of late. To me it is better to accumulate thoughts, than it is to accumulate words. I want write to you, but only of things that matter. To share my mind, not my chatter. This journey that God has on me, has been so revealing to me of the things that I am, am becoming, and will be. I am beginning to see now how important it is to be me. Sundays sermon was on Psalm 11. The subject: "Fleeing Is Not An Option." What a lesson for me! I've fled in my past. When it got hard... I left. I ran to the next adventure and decided that the one I was on, was over. I've hurt many people in living that way, but most importantly, I've hurt myself. But no longer. I'm learning that the greatest adventure is the one worth seeing through to the end. So here I am, NOT fleeing; staying put; standing strong; and waiting it out...til God reveals that design, that beautifully mastered and indisputable plan for my life. I have to say this, as it has been on my mind all night. I have entered into a state of unrest. Just in the last day or so. I am so longing for something! Something that feels right! My age is catching up with me. I am not the spring chicken that I once was, and for the first time in my life...it is starting to show. I look old. I feel old. I feel slower. I am... I feel my expiration date approaching and the product starting to sour... This makes me sad. Wells of tears fill up the tired blue eyes that once sparkled... I don't feel special and I don't feel like I have anything left to contribute... Step aside Bree, let the newer model in to the job that you are now to old to do... see you in the junkyard. Sorry for the morose entry tonight... but this blog isn't about comforting you, dear reader, this blog is for me to release myself onto the vast anonymous web and let it drift into a sea of other unknown, unread blogs... So float away... get lost... be released... be forgotten.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Isn't the Internet amazing!? But really this post should be called... goddesses in my life

I can listen to my church's sermons, pay bills, follow blogs, check the weather, and send emails all at the same time!
I write to you this morning because I am inspired by the strength, vulnerability, courage, and passion of my friends and family. I have been blessed by several women in my life who are daily reminders to me of what it means "to be true to yourself."
Tara moved to LA, BY HERSELF, 6 months ago. She packed up everything she had and relocated herself to LA to pursue a dream. Her dream of being a working TV actor. I met Tara 3 years ago in acting class. Our teacher paired us up to do a scene together; my first in the Meisner Technique (of which I am now a proud follower of), she a seasoned veteran. Boy did I learn alot from her in those few weeks that we studied that scene! Tara is passionate, determined, and perfectionistic about her craft. She is consistent, disciplined, and open. She taught me so much in how to trust my instincts, listen to partner, and be open to the scene and characters. We have since become good friends and she has consistently amazed me in her pursuit of her goal to be a working TV actor.
Stephanie is my cousin by blood, but she is more than that, she is my friend. She is my confidant, my voice of reason, my rooting fan, and my entertaining laugh machine. We giggle, we cry, we share, we encourage, we chastise, and we support each other. Stephanie has the distinction of being the youngest in my family. Therefore she was always the one to get left behind, or picked on. But now as adults, she has become a beautiful inspiring woman who has owned herself and her identity apart from man or thing. She is a strong Christian woman and is fearless in living for Christ. She inspires me daily and though we are miles apart, I feel her presence and her prayers.
Jill (aka Mama Jilly) is one of the best friends I have EVER had! She has been there for me, loved me, accepted me, and challenged me consistently since the day I met her. She doesn't hold back her opinions or thoughts but always says them in love. She is feisty, sassy, artistic, open, funny (oh BOY is she funny), smart, talented, loving, kind, and beautiful!
Jill and I met 7 years ago at work. We were in different departments but it didn't take long for us to become fast friends. Jill is famous for noises, sounds, giggles, and snorts... she has expressions and gestures that have now been incorporated into my daily life. They have even made their way into my character choices. But Jilly (as we like to call her) owns herself. I LOVE that Jilly owns herself. She is who she is and if you don't like it then she don't want to be friends with anyway. She is brilliant! LOVES movies (which is another reason we get along) and loves design, cooking, reading, gardening, and her friends and husband. She is an amazing woman and I love her!
My Mama. The queen of NEVER giving up! Soldier and fighter for the less fortunate, nurse to the sick, lover of lost animals, elf of Christmas and birthdays, and a master at giving of cerci's. She has taught me to never take the given answer without investigating it for myself. She has given me a thirst and hunger for knowledge that is unquenchable. She has given me courage, and bravery. My mama has identified weaknesses in herself and vowed to not let me have those same weaknesses. She has thrown me up on horses, when they have scared her to death. She has placed me in acting classes, when she herself is too shy to do the same. She has reminded me (without fail for 32 years) that I am NOT stupid and am smart, talented, and worth fighting for. My Mama is a beautiful, strong, courageous, and faithful Christian, wife, mother, friend, artist, and healer.
These women in my life are an inspiration to me and they are worth celebrating.

Sunday, October 10, 2010


Dear reader, my mind is in a quandary today. I am pensive and still, unable to motivate myself into action. I muddle over several things at once. I feel pulled in many directions and yet know not which direction I should go. I am missing several people in my life right now and am also glad to be by myself. I am a walking contradiction.  This last statement makes me laugh! Oh to have all the answers, yet I know that this is an impossibility since I am not God and therefore have no hope of ever knowing all the answers. But still I listen and learn and try; everyday I try.

Though with all this now written down, I can say this; “I am blessed.” I have great friends, amazing family, and God places me in winning situations everyday. I step closer to Him and He takes more of my strife away. My stress levels are down and while I am still pensive and apprehensive about the future (my future), I fear less. I fear less. That statement holds so much power for me. I fear less, because I have a God who is bigger and stronger than I.

Last night I was encouraged and inspired by my friend Natalie. She has brought herself through so many trials; she is raising two wonderful boys, put herself through college (UGA no less), taught herself how to play the guitar, and sings in a bluegrass/ country band. I heard her play last night, saw the joy and peace on her face as she played and listened to her sing. It blessed my heart and urged me to do the same. Sing! Sing with all the gifts, dreams, and talents God has given me. I am blessed!

Oh glory to an amazing God! I AM BLESSED!

Monday, September 27, 2010

They say that growing up is hard to do

Oddly enough, I’m technically supposed to be grown up. I’m not. I’m still very young and the older I get the more I’m aware of how much I don’t know. I’ve just realized a blogging trend of mine. Miles. Every time, I put on Miles I feel like writing. I wonder if the irregular beats of his trumpets mixed in with the bass and drums get into my head and relax me long enough to just put words on pages. Its a soothing blend and it let’s my fingers release the thoughts swirling in my muddled mind.

Tonight will be a short post as I am tired and am in great need of rest. But I can confidently say that I have been blessed by a wonderfully gracious week. God is so good to me. He is drawing me near to Him in ways that I have not felt in a long time. He is sloughing off the dead skin of my life and allowing new vibrant healthy skin to grow. It is wonderfully painful. Standing alone for the first time in… ever. A nice way to make my way into my 30’s. It is not to say that I am enduring some loneliness, but those times are needed. The quiet of the room, the silence of my life, gives way to the re-acquaintance of my mind, body, and soul. It is a strange thing being alone with ones self, but a much needed phase.

Of course, I’m never alone. My friends have resurfaced in a way I don’t dare to deserve and my time with them has been awesome. I have been shown love these past few months. God has orchestrated for me a tasting of what's to come for my life. I don’t what, but I do know that it will be greater than I dare dream. He says ask and ye shall receive…so I ask. I know He will not disappoint.

Well Friends. I say Bon Nuit, Bonne Notte, and Good Night.

Monday, September 13, 2010

The Big Funk

Today, my words shall best be expressed by Mr. John Patrick Shanley: "A man in our society is not left alone. Not in the cities. Not in the woods. We must have commerce with our fellows, and that commerce is difficult and uneasy. I do not understand how to live in this society. I don't get it. Each person has an enormous effect. Call it environmental impact if you like. Where my foot falls, I leave a mark, whether I want to or not. We are linked together, each to each. You can't breather without taking a breath from somebody else. You can't smile without changing the landscape. And so I ask the question: Why is theatre so ineffectual, unnew, not exciting, fussy, not connected to the thrilling recognition possible in dreams? It's a question of spirit. My ungainly spirit thrashes around inside me, making me feel lumpy and sick. My spirit is this moment dissatisfied with the outward life I inhabit. Why does my outward life not reflect the enormity of the miracles of existence? Why are my eyes blinded with always new scales, my ears stopped with think chunks of fresh wax, why are my fingers calloused again? I don't ask these questions lightly. I beat on the stone door of my tomb. I want out! Some days I wake up in a tomb, some days on a grassy mound by a river. Today I woke up in a tomb. Why does my spirit sometimes retreat into a deathly closet? Perhaps it is not my spirit leading the way at such times, but my body, longing to lie down in marble gloom and rot away. Theatre is a safe place to do unsafe things that need to be done. When it is not a safe place, it's abusive to actors and audiences alike. When its safety is used to protect cowards masquerading as heros, it's a boring travesty. An actor who is truly heroic reveals the divine that passes through him, that aspect of himself that does not own and cannot control. The control and the artistry of the heroic actor is in service to his soul. We live in an era of enormous cynicism. Do not be fooled. Don't act for money. You'll start feel dead and bitter. Don't act for glory. You'll start to feel dead, fat, and fearful. We live in an era of enormous cynicism. Do not be fooled. You can't avoid all the pitfalls. There are lies you must tell. But experience the lie. See it as something dead and unconnected you clutch. And let it go. Act from the depth of your feeling imagination. Act for celebration, for search, for grieving, for worship, to express that desolate sensation of wandering through the howling wilderness. Don't worry about Art. Do these things and it will be Art." Thank you Mr. Shanley... I can only follow that up to say. "Anything you do, let it come from you, then it will be new, give us more to see..."

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace!
How sweet the sound!
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found.
Was blind, but now I see.
Twas' Grace that taught my heart to see
And Grace, my fears relieved
How precious did that Grace appear,
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come
Tis' Grace has brought me safe thus far
And Grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me.
His word my hope secures
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise,
Than when we've first begun.
These words have been with me my whole life. But I never really understood them until yesterday. I never felt them until yesterday. I've always understood them from a rational and logical standpoint, but never truly felt them. Yesterday Pastor Youssef preached on grace. God's grace. Here's the amazing part... not that I have done to deserve it, but that HE gives it to me freely! The wretch that I am... He gives it to me freely and with joy. I am in awe of the living God who is patient with me and has waited for me to come home. I am home now Lord...

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

why does this song haunt me?

i am listening to an old friend. the familiarity of their voice, their sounds, their words are a balm to my heart. i remember why i am here at this place in my life. i remember to be strong. i remember to wait for God's timing. i am fatigued, but then the calming string of notes plays again and i can sigh. i can release my energy out into the world and give it up to God. this song haunts me because it's melody plays the sound of my soul. i can listen to each note and know what it is that my heart desires. it will not come easy. it will not come swiftly, but it will come. i do not need to rush. rushing and wishing for it to come will not make it come any more swiftly. it will simply come when it is time and not a minute before. so i learn; i wait; i listen; and i enjoy...enjoy the simple melody. the notes that play the sound of my soul.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Miles and sleep

Miles plays in the background... sleep beckons me to the turned down bed. Satin pillows, soft sheeting, and "Stanley the bear" looking at me with those black shiny eyes that say, "come and let go of the day. Snuggle with me and let's travel your dreams together." But there is so much on my mind tonight. Thoughts that need to be released to the world. Thoughts that need to be purged from my brain and set free to follow the winds of the collective mind.
A story has begun brewing in my imagination. But it still eludes me as far as it's final form is concerned. It teases at the edge of my brain and I wonder how long until I can snatch onto it and put in written form. Miles helps with that... so does the wine, and the weather.
I got out today and just worked in the yard; cleaning, straightening, moving, hauling, and storing... but wait...
...My favorite Miles song begins to play and I can more clearly see that story peaking it's head out. I pray that the song lasts long enough for me to beckon the muse to come to me and reveal it's inspiration. But as I listen, the lull of the trumpet, the soft beat of the drums, and the dim lighting bring to my heart a desire to share this moment with someone who can hold me close, stroke my hair, bring me to my feet and dance me slowly around the room. Letting me know that I am safe. His strong hands gently hold me and give me peace. The songs ends and I am left to store that desire for another day. But I hope. I always hope. A slight smile crosses my lips and I am ready to let it go for now.
I know that the story will come to me, but for now... I must be patient.
Sleep beckons... the bed calls my name, and I have no more power to resist it's promises of a restful sleep.
So good night fair world... until we meet again.

Friday, September 3, 2010

I am not afraid anymore

I am not afraid anymore. No one can hurt me or take away my joy. I am loved by a God who seeks to uplift, guide, protect, teach, comfort, bless, and sustain me. He fed Elijah in the wilderness, saved Daniel from the lions, freed Paul from his chains and raised His Son from the dead. A God that can do that, can carry me across a sea of turmoil and strife and deliver me safely on the other side. He will set my feet upon sturdy ground and lift me up on high. These are truths that I know I can believe in. Set my hope and faith in and not live in fear. I will not live in fear. I have been on a strange path these past 5 years. But God has been patient. I have tried to run very far away and yet he has always been near. He has revealed himself to me and blessed me when I did not know it. He has brought me home. Now He brings me on a new adventure and though it is new and there is no set course before me. I trust in Him to show me the path. So where to God? Where are you taking me now? I know where I want to go and You do instruct us to set our path, so that you can guide us on Yours. May I please, please go back to where I left my heart so many years ago? Italy. It is never far from my mind and even closer still to my heart. It wakes me in the morning and calms me to sleep at night. I long to get lost in fields of sunflowers and roam the ancient roads of Romans. The morning breeze, the Italian women beating out their rugs from ancient homes that have seen hundreds of generations pass through their halls; fresh mozzarella, peppers, salami, and ripe sweet cherries for lunch as you sit on the city wall overlooking a valley that unfolds before you like a watercolor of golds, greens, reds, and a sky so blue and clear you'd think it was fake. I want to wander the streets of Bologna and listen to students from the university argue through the philosophies of life; watch shop keepers shoo cats from their doorsteps and little old men grunt at me, "the stupid American tourist." This I want to do, but I want Your will first and foremost...So God I am ready...

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Tales from our past

My mother recently stumbled upon her parents love letters. Spanning the course of their courtship and first 5 years of marriage. She has recently organized and shared them with me. I am at first struck by the eloquence, the poetry, the truthfulness, the love that is written on these pages it moves me to tears and I see my grandparents as people, not just my "Memaw" and "Pawpaw."
I loved these people as my grandparents because that is what I had always known them as, but as I read the letters, their story came off the page to me and a love story emerged that lasted until my Memaw's death in 1988. Though she moved onto to a better place, my Pawpaw never stopped loving her and these letters show me why.
A mill town boy and a farm girl. They were both raised in LaGrange GA. and though they never met until much later, their families were familiar with each other. My grandmother Alice was the oldest of two and my grandfather Lloyd also the oldest of two. Ever the playboy, my grandfather had a reputation of being a ladies man, but all that ceased when he saw her. Alice Alexa Lester. In a letter to her shortly after their courtship began he says, "Darling, don't misunderstand me, I love you with all of me and need you everyday more than I did yesterday, but I'm trying to place before you the million and one uncertain thing about my life and never could I show you a good one. I want only that you should be happy and if I can live to see that then I'll be happy."
Just reading these words bring tears to my eyes as I think of my Pawpaw shipped off to fight in WWII and my Memaw wondering and worried as to if he'd ever come back. But she didn't have the advantage that I have today. The instant gratification that modern technology provides. She had to wait. Wait until the USPS delivered those precious letters that I have the privilege to read now.
Oh the grace, beauty and power of his words. No wonder she waited for him, and too his credit (and my benefit), did he do good on his word. He didn't fail her and he provided for her a home, and a life.
Oh that I should be so blessed one day to have the same.

Friday, August 27, 2010

The modern dating world

Tonight I'll be brief. I have entered the modern dating world via... you guessed it, Online dating sites. I'm still not fully convinced of it's success or failure yet, but I will say this; it has been an interesting ride thus far. I've met some really cool people and have had some great conversations. I've laughed hard, and been challenged to think new things... But here's my quandary... in this world we live in with so much online interaction, as we losing our ability to communicate personally. Have we so become the ADD society we joke about? Are we losing the art of the conversation? The spoken word. The ability to look another person in the eye and let them know how we feel about a subject or them. If the point or purpose to online dating is to fall in love with that one special person... how do you share yourself through a computer screen? Food for thought as I lay my thoughts out on the web tonight. As I try to communicate with you, dear reader through the screen and the virtual world.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Gotta get a little life on ya...

So here I go again. reinventing myself. I'm actually excited by the prospect. Scared a little sad. But mostly excited. I was listening to a song the other day, and it said "Got to get a little life on ya..." Reminded me not to get so down on myself and that life has given me the opportunity to start again...I am sad that my relationship has ended. It does make me sad. Truly sad. But then I wake up in the morning and I'm excited to start the day. Who knows what new adventure may happen? Or new friend I might meet? One thing I have learned as of late: everything we do makes an impact. BIG or small We make an impact. John Patrick Shanley once wrote, "We are linked together, each to each. You can't breathe without taking a breath from someone else. You can't smile without changing the landscape." I couldn't agree more. We make a splash. It ripples out. It does. We touch each other lives.
I say all this to point out that even though my personal reinvention directly affects me, it also affects others. I can only hope that the one I've hurt through this experience chooses to be affected for the positive and not the negative. Because how we are affected is our choice. I firmly believe that. We are not leaves in the air tossed around at the whims of the wind. We have choices as to where the wind takes us. So that is why I am excited to take this next wind and ride it to my next adventure.
So for now... I stay in the south on a gentle, self-healing breeze, and get to know me...

Monday, February 1, 2010

Courageous Moving

SO... recently I moved. I packed up my stuff and moved from New York City to Atlanta, GA. The journey has been an interesting one to say the least. In July I lost my job. I wasn't to terribly disappointed in that fact, as the company I worked with was in serious financial trouble and it had become a volatile place to work. The anxiety that I felt from my unemployment came from the fact, that I now could no longer afford my apartment. This became a HUGE problem. But when it was all said and done with, unemployment became the best thing that could have ever happened to me. In the 6 months I've been unemployed. I've worked more and been more creative than I was in the 3 years I was in a firm working as a designer. Something is terribly wrong with that fact. Not that I'm more creative now, but that I wasn't before and it took a life altering slap in the face to get me to be more creative. I have to say that I am taking a lot of inspiration from my friend Tara, who is my age, but she has shown me what courage and pursuing your dreams is really all about. For anyone who wants to see what it means to be brave and to go after your dreams, look to Tara. In order to pursue her dreams of being a TV actress, she moved herself from New York City, to Los Angeles. And on top of all that, she blogs about her adventure every day! Some might think that she is crazy, but not me. I love it! She has inspired me to write more and in so doing, unlock some of the creativity that has been blocked inside me for so many years. Maybe it'll be crap and maybe it won't... So in the footsteps of Tara (http://eastcoastgirloutwest.blog.com), I am putting myself out there more and more. I am facing my fears and letting go of pre-conceived notions of how things "should" be and most of all I'm gonna drop my fear of being WRONG... The most amazing things just might happen. Good night and good luck...

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Hello. I'm Bree Tuttle, owner of You in Mind Designs, LLC. I've been a designer for 13 years and I work with you in mind. There's much joy in discovering those treasures in your home that are, perhaps, misplaced or even in the attic. I will help you making every room a reflection of who you are personally. It's my philosophy that if you feel proud, safe, and at peace in your home, then it will affect all aspects of your life. You stand straighter, walk taller, dress better, work harder, sleep more soundly, and ultimately have a more fulfilling life. If I can help you do that, then I'll consider my job as your designer a success.