Thoughts By Natalie » Anne Taylor honest talk about beauty, style, wellness and life Fri, 11 Jul 2014 16:31:49 +0000 en-US hourly 1 Sunday Sessions: A Life of Purpose Sun, 15 Dec 2013 13:00:42 +0000 For as long as I can remember, I have been determined to lead a purposeful life. One of those lives that brings change and inspiration and beauty. The kind of life that makes people want to stand up and do something. For years, I prayed that God would call me up something great, to a life of purpose. As a little girl growing up in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, surrounded by historic farms and ancient forests, I craved an existence where what I did mattered. Where I mattered. I felt lost in the fields and in the trees, disconnected from the world. It seemed that everything of substance happened elsewhere. And so each fall with the new school year, I would form a new dream – actress, news anchor, writer – but I always envisioned myself in the same place. I wanted nothing more than to escape to the mythical East coast, to the land where people lived out their dreams, where people made things happen. And so, I began to dream of Boston and all of it’s concrete beauty, the opposite of my childhood landscape, and the fashionable, high profile life I would live there. I imagined ...]]> 7 Through The Tunnel: A Recovery Story Sat, 06 Jul 2013 19:00:00 +0000 The following is a guest post by my friend Anne Taylor, a lover of stories. Through writing, blogging, and community outreach, she strives to help people live life with intention and joy, and equip them with the resources they need to share their passions and stories with others to help make a better world. Anne is a writer, owner of the blog Anne The Adventurer, and is currently working on her first book. She lives in Denver with her husband, Spencer. Below she shares her story of recovery—I hope you’ll be encouraged and inspired by it! Spencer and I had been married for six months when, late one night, I found myself crying on the edge of the bathtub over an ice cream bar. It began in the kitchen, when I opened up said ice cream bar. Spencer innocently asked if I was veering off my latest diet, trying to encourage me. Without warning, I screamed at him to lay off, threw the ice cream into the trash can, and ran off to the bathroom where I slammed the door and started sobbing. He gave me a few minutes and then came in to sit next to me. He gently ...]]> 0