If I Died Tomorrow

It sounds so morbid, you know, starting a blog post with the title if I died tomorrow. But hang in here with me for a second.

I felt the post tugging at my heart for quite some time now. Essentially, it’s been tugging at me ever since I made the decision to drastically change the way I approached my blog and who I was really wanting to sit down and have virtual coffee with.

The first thing you have noticed today is that my blog looks completely different. Don’t worry, it’s not just you, I really did redo the entire thing thanks to the lovely Carissa Magrass who is no longer doing websites, but instead impacting the world with Blue Spoons. {Thank you, thank you, thank you…..for your talent, friendship, and this “one last website.”}

Sure, there are many pages and categories I need to update, and other miscellaneous things I need to do purely from an admin standpoint, but I’ve never been one to believe that things need to be perfect in order to put them out to the universe.

So why? Why did I decide that my website needed to move in a different direction? Well, for one, a ship is safe in harbor, but that’s not what ships were built for.

More importantly, though, for a very long time, I have focused my entire being, my entire self-worth first on food and fitness (ahem, don’t you remember the fitness-foodie junkie?!), and then on the things that I could teach other women about healing the gut.

But the more wrapped up I got in both of those (at different stages of my life), the more I realized that those were not the things I want to be known for. The older I get, the more I see (and value) the difference in impression and impact.

I want to have an impact. I no longer am consumed by impression. This has created so much more peace to my mind and to my life.

If I died tomorrow, I would hope and pray that no one came to my funeral saying, “You know, she was fit. She knew a lot about food. She gave great recipes. She helped me understand why I can’t digest sweet potatoes.”

Honestly, I would truly hope that none of those words, phrases or thoughts were used.

If I Died Tomorrow

Instead, if I died tomorrow (and this is all so very short and basic)….

I would want my children to be able to read the things I’ve written and feel 1,000% loved.

I would want a woman to tell my husband, “Because of your wife, I knew I was not alone with my autoimmune condition.”

I would want a couple to tell my husband, “Because of your wife, we opened our homes and hearts to children from the foster care system.”

I would want my mom and dad to see that they raised someone who did everything she could to follow the Lord, and to set that example for as many people as possible.

 

(image handwritten for my blog by Kimmie Pitcock)

And finally, I would want every single person that my slice of the Internet has touched to believe that there is always beauty in the dust and that the only difference in seeing or not seeing its beauty lies deep within our hearts.

My stories, my passion, and the unwavering commitment to it all is only beginning.

Thank you, thank you, thank you….for you, wherever you are in the world, for reading, writing (to me), and sharing this beautiful journey with me, with us.

p.s. You can now contact me via the contact form or my new email address! -> sarah at sarahkayhoffman.com for any and all questions, requests, speaking and collaborations. More about the site will be coming soon.

p.s.s. THIS happened earlier today (yes, I share a lot on Instagram Stories!), so I’ll be back tomorrow with the goods.

Xox,
SKH