Just Vicky G

The other day I saw a post on Instagram asking for advice as a first-time homeschooler. I got really excited seeing the question, and before I even thought about it, I started typing out a list of things I wish I had known before starting homeschooling almost 10 years ago. The advice seemed to resonate with so many people, with others adding their own thoughts and encouragement, and it made me realize this probably needed a more permanent place than the comment section of an

I’ve heard something said a few times now that I can’t get out of my head: You can live life like a stopwatch, or you can live it like a timer. One is rushed, always counting, always aware of how much time is passing. The other allows space—time set aside, time to be present, time to just be. And I can’t stop thinking about it because, for most of my adult life, I’ve lived like a stopwatch. And I can’t help but wonder what I might have missed because of it. I became a mom at

I was out on a walk the other day, and my legs were burning from the pace.I remember looking down at my feet and hearing it clearly: You set the pace. (Thanks, God—I know that’s You, and I’m listening 🙂) So, I slowed down. My legs stopped burning so badly, and almost immediately my thoughts shifted to something deeper. All the times in my life when I’ve let other people set the pace for me.The times I saw someone doing something faster or better and decided I needed to match