I saw goals I’ve repeated for the last few years… not because I’m lazy or inconsistent, but because I never created a new pattern strong enough to replace my old one.

It took me years to understand that love, authentic love, is medicine for the nervous system. Mine was completely off balance and I didn’t even know it.

When I think about the moments in my life where I’ve lost focus or felt disconnected from myself, it was never because I didn’t have the right plan, routine, or goals.

A reset doesn’t mean starting over. It’s not proof that you failed. It’s not about suddenly going harder because you said you would. A reset simply means giving yourself grace

People, places, things, experiences... they all come into our lives for a time, a reason, or a season. And sometimes, you don’t realize which one it was until it’s gone.

That’s why vetting a partner isn't something to take lightly. When you’re building a life rooted in self-love, you simply can’t afford to invite in chaos wrapped in charm (or long strokes and a beard that connects… or a big booty and a pretty smile).

A midlife crisis and perimenopause at this age feels so uncomfortable, sacred, emotional, and exciting.

That kind of intimacy doesn’t always reveal itself right away. But when it does, it brings peace and a deep sense of safety.

There was a time when I thought respect had to be earned through words, declarations, and proving myself.

I’ve always been an analog girl at heart. The kind who still writes to-do lists on paper, sends handwritten notes just because.