I know that’s probably a confusing sentence to read. And sorry, Mom! You are probably thinking, wait, I spent a week helping you build your garage bakery for you to NOT be building a business? What?

Think of it more like the business is a byproduct.

A byproduct of wanting to create. Of wanting to build community. A container for bringing more JOY into the world through experiencing my own joy of baking and creating opportunities for other people to experience it too.

Months ago, an idea came to me.

I wanted to have a menu item called a “Doughnation Loaf,” a play on the word donation, if you haven’t put that together yet, where people could add a relatively inexpensive item to their order. And together, we could support an organization, a person, or a project.

Because sometimes the act of giving can feel overwhelming.

What cause do I give to?
How much is enough?
How often should I do it?
Can I really afford to make a difference?

I want to make it simple.

I want people to think, “Oh, I can add an extra loaf to my order this week.”

Or even, “I don’t need bread this week, but I’ll buy one for someone else.”

I want to bring back the idea that no good deed is too small to make an impact.

So this week, as we go back to school and teachers prepare for the year ahead, I wanted to gift them a delicious loaf of fresh sourdough as a way to say:

Thank you. I see you. I appreciate you. And I hope this brings even a small bite of joy to your day.

24 loaves.

24 real humans feeling loved, supported, and taken care of.

This week, it’s teachers.

Next time, who knows who or what might come our way to support.

So, welcome to The Doughnation Project.

Changing the world, one loaf at a time.

I will be figuring it out as I go, because messy action is better than no action.

Let’s see where it takes us!

If you’d like to sponsor a Teacher Appreciation Doughnation Loaf this week, click the link below!

My goal is to give away 24 loaves this Saturday, and we already have 7 sponsored. 🤍

Sponsor a Loaf Here!

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The art of being here.

Our phones are quietly stealing us
from one another, and the strangest part
is that we barely notice.

A drug so socially acceptable that almost everyone is taking it.

We sit across from people we love,
each disappearing into our own little worlds,
gaslighting ourselves into believing this is real connection.

We are alive and breathing.
Can you feel it?

The beating of your heart as you read these words.
That is your aliveness.
That is the thing no piece of technology can imitate.

We are finite beings.
We don’t recharge forever.
We don’t get free upgrades.

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I have everything I need.

I am well equipped for the journey ahead.

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I am amazed at what happens when you just start.
When you let desire lead.

Despite the fear of judgement, misunderstandings, and being seen in my naked truth…

I chose to stay and keep saying yes.

The girl that wrote Living Out Loud, A New Chapter hit “post” with shaky hands and sweaty palms, but she knew it was time.

Time to show up in her own life, her own mind, and share the inside stuff.

To speak the unspeakable truths, the uncomfortable, the weird, the joy, the mess of being in process.

This space has changed me.
Beautifully, quietly, and tenderly.
It’s brought me to my edges.

Thank you for witnessing me. Thank you for supporting me, subscribing, sharing, commenting, liking my posts. All of it. None of it goes unnoticed and it all makes me feel so loved and supported.

I can’t wait to keep living out loud with you and to keep uncovering ourselves one truth at a time, even if it means hanging on for dear life.

-Liv

Our year together…

Living Out Loud, A New Chapter
The Cringe of Becoming
Saguaro Death
What The FUCK!!? I’m Starting a Business??
Sticky Fingers
The Absence of You
Knock, Knock
Made To Melt
Nine Feet of Wanting
Will You Have Me If
I Am Not Easygoing
This Body
A Tuna Time Capsule
Or You Can Try
Every Heartbreak Is The End of The World
Burnt Bottoms
To Death
Finding My Way
I’m So Tired
A Few Reminders
To Inspire
How To Think Like A Baker
Who Knew??
One Degree More Connected
You Will Never Get It All Done
Into The Eye of The Storm
The Kind of Hard
The Edge of Desire
If The Path Is Clear
My First Gray Hair
Just Show Up
The Ache
Letting Myself Be Supported
Ask And You Shall…
A Few Things I Have Noticed
Lost In Shadow
Small Things
A Mixer of Emotions
An Everything Seasoned Life
The To Do List
The Tidal Wave of Resistance
Joy Stacking
Mother
The Reckoning

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its happening to all of us

the highs are exquisitely high
the lows are crushingly low
and there is nothing to be done about it

it just is

there’s nothing to fix in this cycle of exploding and drowning
all there is to do is keep moving through it

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some things are
held still,
framed in time

like being small enough to fit in your lap
sinking deep into your arms
you tracing my nose

or the years we shared
one continuous th…

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A tiny seed of no.

A faint echo of I don’t want to

A rising swell of I can’ts and I won’ts.

And all at once I found myself frozen, faced with the tidal wave of resistance.

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What a gift to enjoy it all. To have fun even in the making of the list. Isn’t that the point? To find what lights you up and then light yourself up again and again and again?

A perfect blend of savory, umami goodness.

And overwhelmingly messy.

She leaves a trail of herself from start to finish.

Her journey begins when I season the dough.

She scatters across the table in hopes to migrate to other loaves.

She claims my fridge with the smell of a thousand onions.

When I remove the proofing covers from my loaves, the elastic snaps over the edge of the loaf pan and she takes flight.

She bakes herself onto my loaf pans.

She cements herself to the bottom of my oven.

When I take the loaves out of the oven she generously sprinkles herself all over the floor.

She sticks to the bottom of my feet.

When I package the loaves, she velcros herself to my hands and finds her way to the floor yet again.

And every time you cut a slice of this loaf, she starts her journey all over again.

A mess from start to finish.

And still.

One of my most popular loaves.

But in this mess, she’s leaving me messages.

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I felt excited and also intimidated. It is so big and heavy that it came on a pallet, inside a wooden box nailed shut.

The sheer size of this thing felt equal to the growing weight of responsibility it represented.

It arrived on one of the rainiest days we’ve had in a while. The delivery guy dragged it through our muddy driveway, digging two small ditches in its path.

286 pounds, the packing slip said.

I had him place it in the garage and I stood there stunned.

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It is a CrossFit basics class which basically means it is CrossFit for regular people.

I will gladly leave the handstand push ups to the CrossFit fanatics.

I have been attending this class consistently for sixteen months and this morning the coach announced he is moving in May.

I was immediately surprised by the sadness that came with that.

Because somewhere along the way, this little class became so much more than a workout.

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I have needed time to truly process the generosity I have received. I asked the universe to show me I am supported. To show me I am not alone. And wow has she provided.

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This video is a window into my true experience, the fears, the growth, and the quiet moments behind the scenes of Sacred Dough. My hope is that in sharing this honestly, you might see pieces of yourself reflected in my journey and feel inspired to trust your own unfolding too.

If you feel called to support this next chapter, the link is below:

Support Sacred Dough Co.'s Next Chapter

With love and deep gratitude,
-Liv

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Having two places I call home means
I always am excited to “go home”
and also ready to get back “home”
at the end of a visit.

Having two places I call home means
no matter where I am,
I have family,
favorite restaurants,
and the comforts of home.

Having two places I call home means
that I am always home,
but also never fully home.

Having two places I call home means
I have lots of people in my life,
and still feel a deep sense of loneliness
because no one fully understands my experience.

Having two places I call home means
that my heart expands and overflows with love,
but with that expansion, comes the ache

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That is all that I have this week.

I am showing up.

I don’t have much to say, but I am here in your inbox.

Right now I have more questions than answers.

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It made so much sense and was equally terrifying.

I am waking up to my own truth about this, which is that I have been running from taking full responsibility for my life.

Something about self trust.

I liked the first part of life where “the system” tells you what’s next and then you can check the box. It's very simple.

How can I trust myself to create my own path and be successful? Hearing this question still gives me butterflies. No thanks, my parts say. We shall be numb now and go watch TV!

For me, the real problem with it is how much vulnerability is required in the process of creating your own life. It is an unbearable amount at times.

It feels like the most vulnerable thing to “try” and especially when it requires being seen “trying”.

I would prefer to try in private and then show what I have done when it’s completed, perfected, and meticulously planned.

That is safe. That is calculated and guaranteed. I love a good guarantee!

But building a business making and selling bread cannot be done in private. Oh how I wish I could resurface in a year with a booming business and show the world what I have created.

It’s not about what I am creating though. It’s about the process of creation.

And I know it needs to be seen.

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