Dear end of 2023 me: Dayum Girl! You were the epitome of beast this year. You did all the things and then some. All because you made resolutions to commit, follow through, and practicing being present. I still can't believe you finally did #25 on your Living List.
Reflection: 43 Reasons 2022 Was MY Year (Even With Fresh Grief)
I declared 2022 to be my year. Even through struggles and fresh grief, 2022 did NOT disappoint. Building on the 43 reasons 2022 was my year, I hereby declare, loudly and proudly, that 2023 will be MY year.
A Fork and a Decision
I am at a crossroads in my journey. An unexpected fork in my path appeared suddenly last week. And now I am stuck, frozen; one with the soil and the roots beneath me. It's like I'm staring at the open mouth of a viper, as its tongue tries to slash me. I feel trapped in... Continue Reading →
SO. DAMN. CLOSE. yet not nearly close enough
When I took a leap of faith 7 months ago to quit my job - I wore rose-colored glasses and no one could bring me back down to reality. 7 months later - everything has changed and so have I. In more ways than I ever could have imagined.
Sometimes being efficiently productive means logging off
Sometimes you just need a week off to remember how to exist. A week off to remember what is truly important. A week off to remember that not every moment must be productive.