Praise for Awake

I’m sure I’m not the only one obsessed with Jen Hatmaker’s new memoir, Awake. Grateful to have an Audible credit banked, I downloaded it the day it released. And for fans of her podcast, listening to her tell her story in her own voice was as rewarding as I had hoped it would be.

The thing about this book is…relatability.

I also grew up in a very religious family (or so I thought…my parents foray into Unity church made me realize later that we were following the marching orders of the family matriarch). Purity culture was alive and well in Arlington, Texas, but I was busy opening my petals, desperate for male attention. True love may wait; insecurity and low self-esteem do not.

Fast forward a few decades. Jen and I are now in the same season of life, a midlife awakening that promises to be far more magical than the first half century. Not to say I don’t love everything the past decade has blessed me with but, in a way, I’m just getting started.

Thanks to the pep talks I received from Jen, I launched a new podcast this weekend. I committed to the Texas retreat I’d been mulling over for weeks. I’m doing the damn things.

I was already awake. Now I’m inspired.