Welcome to the Daring Deeply Blog
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Personal stories from our home designed to move you and meet you where you are.
Whether you’re someone who's just browsing, a legacy-minded individual wanting to invite more health to your family line, or someone silently searching for more in life and marriage... you belong here.
Earlier this week, I came home in a bad mood.
Nothing catastrophic had happened — just one of those days where everything felt uphill. Deadlines missed. Problems stacking. Nothing flowing.
Years ago, that kind of day would’ve turned into something much bigger. I would’ve brought the tension inside...
 A few weeks ago, it was raining in Nashville.
Paige and I both love the rain.
I had just wrapped up my early morning workout when I sent her a simple text:
“Good morning babe. It’s a beautiful rainy day.”
Nothing profound. Just a moment. A quiet touchpoint.
She replied almost instantly, tell...
If you’ve ever felt like no matter how much work you do —
The books, the podcasts, the journaling, the therapy sessions —
You’re still caught in the same painful relationship patterns…
Let me tell you something important:
It’s not because you’re broken.
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It’s not because you’re lazy.
It’s not because
A few years ago David and I were experiencing conflict when something he said stopped me dead in my tracks…
And, it completely changed the trajectory of our relationship.Â
At the time, I was highly avoidant and would pretend like nothing was ever bothering me. When really, you could see it all ove...
“When you try to fix your marriage, you’re simply reflecting the depth of codependent wounding between you and your spouse."
Why?
Keep reading…
You’ve been duped. You’ve been misled. You’ve been misinformed.
“Two shall become one” is one of many common relationship narratives that has created mo...
I personally want to say Thank You to everyone who wished me a Happy Birthday yesterday. My day was
spent in deep thought: reflecting and receiving. Basking and breathing. Appreciating and feeling.
For the first time in my life, I woke up craving a slow day of celebration.
In the past, I wanted big...
“I feel like I miss you.”
A phrase I said to David one evening last week.
I was making my way to the bedroom for the night – adorned in my robe with freshly brushed teeth and
a washed face – when I stopped and turned to David – who was relaxing on the couch. I expressed those
6 honest words to him: ...
