Five Little Doorways in My Phone

What are your favorite 5 apps on your phone?

If I judged only by screen time, my phone might provide a slightly embarrassing answer to this question.

But my five favorite apps are probably Substack, Canva, WordPress, Spotify, and Messenger.

Substack gives my longer thoughts room to stretch out. It is where I can follow a question without demanding a simple answer.

Canva is where those thoughts are given color, texture, and a little bit of glitter. Sometimes a moon sneaks in, too. We are working on that.

WordPress is where Voice With a Purpose lives. It holds the Hearth Room, the Porch Light Essays, and the quiet spaces I have created for people who need somewhere gentle to land.

Spotify is the soundtrack running beneath everything else. Music has a way of finding emotions before I have the words for them. It can change the atmosphere of a room, return me to another time, or sit beside me when silence feels a little too heavy.

And Messenger keeps me connected to the people I love—especially those who may be far away but are never absent from my life.

So perhaps these are not simply my favorite apps. They are five small doorways: into creativity, purpose, memory, connection, and the music that accompanies me through all of it.

Technology is often blamed for pulling us away from what matters. Sometimes it does. But in the right hands, it can also help us write the words, make the art, build the room, play the song, and reach the person waiting on the other side of the screen.

One Quiet Question:

Which app on your phone connects you most closely to the life you actually want to be living?

The Quiet Voice That Told Me to Write

A woman wrapped in a cozy blanket sits quietly in a rocking chair on a lantern-lit porch at sunset, holding a warm cup as she reflects on the day.

Ironically… today.

When I woke up this morning, I wasn’t planning to write.

I was hurting. I’d spent part of the day crying, sleeping, and questioning myself after a difficult conversation. The easiest thing would have been to close my laptop and tell myself, “Maybe tomorrow.”

But a dear friend encouraged me to write anyway.

My gut whispered, Pick up the computer.

So I did.

What followed wasn’t just another blog post.

It became one of the most honest things I’ve ever written.

As I wrote, I realized that the pain I was feeling wasn’t only about today. It was awakening an old story I’d been carrying for years. By the time I reached the end of the essay, I found myself writing words I didn’t even know I needed:

“I believe you.”

“I’m not leaving you anymore.”

Sometimes following your gut doesn’t lead you to a new place.

Sometimes it leads you back to yourself.

Today reminded me that our instincts aren’t always trying to help us avoid pain. Sometimes they’re gently inviting us to sit with it long enough to discover something true.

I’m grateful I listened.