Sometimes, the growth is in the staying. Sometimes, the growth is in the leaving. Only you know the growth you’re being invited to lean into. Honor it.

Yes, hard work. Yes, grit and determination. Yes, pushing through the pain. And, also... Yes, self-compassion. Yes, knowing when to let go. Yes, looking within and healing the pain.

If there is one thing that has helped me shift from surviving my life to participating in my life, it is understanding and accepting that, like nature, our lives have seasons. Whenever I feel the winds of change blowing my life into a season of contraction, the season of winter,

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I hope you don't give up on the gentle whisper nudging you, reminding you that there’s more within you than what the noise of life lets you hear. More than scrolling your phone late at night, hoping for something to fill the ache you can’t quite name. More than feeling stuck in

I see you. The one who can’t seem to find the courage to lift your head again after colliding with yet another false start. The one sitting in your car outside the party, while your heart and mind go twelve rounds in the ring of insecurity. The one brimming with frustration

Came across this poem by Morgan Farley & the last few lines are just beautiful. "It is dark out here, and cold. The moon is stone. I am alone with my longing. Nothing is happening but the next breath." When nothing is happening but the next breath-everything is happening.

There is no rushing a river. These words rest on me like a weighted blanket—heavy, grounding and oddly comforting. They remind me to let go of the frantic energy that so often carries me through the day—leaving me scattered and breathless. The river doesn’t care about my need

I know you don't see it right now, but it's in those vulnerable moments—when your heart is trembling, and the ground beneath you is shifting—when everything within you wants to grip tighter, to control what feels uncontrollable. It’s in those moments, when your life feels as

Life has a way of leading us into transitions, whether we’re ready for them or not. Sometimes, they’re obvious—a career shift, the end of a relationship, or a major life change that leaves us standing on unfamiliar ground. Other times, they’re quieter. A subtle realization that

"Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure." - Rumi