Let’s have a heart-to-heart about abundance.
Not the Pinterest version with eucalyptus bundles and a latte in a hand-crafted ceramic mug (though yes, please)… but the messy, soul-deep kind.

The kind of abundance that shows up when:

• You ask for help without guilt.

• You say “no” to one more o

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I didn’t plan on having an identity crisis in a Dutch café.
But there I was, watching a woman drink her cappuccino in total silence, not scrolling, not texting, not performing peace for Instagram; just being.

And it hit me: I don’t know how to do that.

Not really.

I’m fluent in multitasking. I’m ...

There’s a reason you feel better after a heart-to-heart with someone who gets you.

There’s a reason certain rooms make your nervous system soften, your shoulders drop, and your truth rise to the surface.

That’s not just nice -- it’s necessary.

It’s biology.
It’s psychology.
It’s ancient.

Why Com...

We’ve all been there.

You hit a personal low, have an existential breakthrough, or ugly cry in your car because someone at Trader Joe’s made direct eye contact with you and it was simply too much.

So you do what you’ve been taught:
✅ Journal furiously
✅ Light some sage
✅ Read a book with a flower o...

Let me ask you something: How many times a day do you put other people first?

It’s second nature for so many of us; especially women. We say yes when we mean no. We stretch ourselves thin, trying to meet everyone else’s needs. We pour so much love and care into others that there’s often nothing lef...

Let’s talk about fear. It’s that sneaky little voice in your head that says, “Don’t do it. What if you fail? What if people judge you? What if you… gulp… feel uncomfortable?” Fear is the ultimate buzzkill. It’s the thing that keeps us from signing up for the class, taking the trip, or saying yes to ...

Let’s talk about weight.

Yep, that topic. The one that can make us cringe, roll our eyes, or pull out the emergency chocolate stash (AKA avoid). For years, I’ve wrestled with my weight—the sugar cravings that hit at 9:00 PM, the endless cycle of "I’ll start Monday," and the overwhelming frustration ...