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"What do you do for fun?"
That simple question stopped me in the middle of a long Chicago winter. I found myself living something my grief counselor mentioned, but that I hadn’t yet experienced: the second year is often the hardest because reality has set in.
It was in that space that I realized I needed a new hobby. Something life-giving.
Around that time, I made a birthday basket for a friend and felt a spark of joy. I loved every part of it— choosing the colors, arranging each item, adding in some art, and making it feel just right. Friends have kindly said I’m thoughtful with gifts… and I’ve found I really enjoy shopping for just the right one.
That’s when the Holy Spirit nudged me and an idea started percolating.
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