A Letter to the Woman Who Thought One Meditation Might Fix Everything Dear you,The one who thought one meditation might fix everything. I’ve been thinking about you tonight. I read your notes — the ones you wrote back in 2017. I imagine what you were thinking when you enrolled in that online happiness course at … Continue reading Evolve
Relationship
A letter for me
Dear Me, You’re tired. So, so tired. And that’s okay.You’ve been strong for a long time — maybe longer than anyone realizes. You’ve worked, held the family together, taken care of those who needed you, and put yourself last more times than you can count. That doesn’t make you weak — it makes you human. … Continue reading A letter for me
Morning
Have you practiced self-care this week? Lately, I’ve been leaning into movement—working out to stay grounded and writing to untangle my thoughts. Mornings have become my sanctuary. I light the day with intention, hoping—quietly, deeply—that today will be the one. The one where things click into place, where I can finally exhale the breath I’ve … Continue reading Morning
Again, courage.
Friends
I am lucky to have known so many friends in life... Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.Anais Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1
A monologue
(Lights up. A lone figure, mid-thirties maybe, sits at a table, phone in hand. She sighs, puts the phone down, and starts talking—not to anyone in particular. Maybe to herself. Maybe to us.) You know, today... I write just to stop myself from scrolling.Insta-land. Meta-land. Scroll-ville. Whatever we’re calling it now.I’m trying to escape it, … Continue reading A monologue
Family
It was one of those low-energy days—the kind where the bed feels like a warm cloud and adult responsibilities feel like a cruel joke. All I wanted to do was sleep and maybe sleep some more. But no, Fate (and my husband) had other plans. Today, we had to attend a visit—capital V, because this … Continue reading Family
Rewrite
For most of my life, I carried a story about myself that wasn't kind. I was the "spoiled girl," the one who had it easier than others, the one who didn't quite measure up to the struggles that defined those around me. It wasn’t a name I gave myself—it was handed to me, woven into … Continue reading Rewrite
Reunion.2
Walking into that reunion, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Twenty-five years had passed since I last sat in that classroom, surrounded by friends who spoke a language I barely understood yet welcomed me anyway. Would they remember me? Had I left a mark? Why had I come at all? And yet, the moment I … Continue reading Reunion.2
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