Growth
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The Life That Fits Me
I am so tired. Even after sleeping well, even after a quiet morning, my body insisted I lie down, and I ended up napping for four hours. Four hours. I’ve never been a napper. I’ve never needed it. And yet here I am giving in because my body won’t let me ignore the weight pressing Continue reading
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Listening To My Whole Self
Yesterday I had a massage that was… honestly, painful in the most delicious way. I had a different therapist this time. It was a petite woman who went deep. She found places in my back I didn’t even know existed and we breathed together as she worked, releasing tension, releasing energy I didn’t even realize Continue reading
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Sore, Humbled, and Grateful: A Day in Service
Today is the end of the day, and I’m still carrying everything I saw. I went in expecting a few hours of volunteering, thinking I’d help in small ways and leave feeling like I had done something good. But the day unfolded differently. My shift lasted far longer than planned because people kept coming. Families, Continue reading
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Becoming the Person Who Can Hold It All
It sounds like I’ll probably be teaching an ESL course starting in January. When I say that out loud, it feels both exciting and humbling, like a door quietly opening into the next chapter of my life. I’m nervous, of course. Not because I doubt my ability, but because I know how much balance this Continue reading
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In with the good, out with the bad
Last night, I had a massage with James. His hands are healing. Wow. I feel so much calmer this morning. Centered. Grounded. Ready for a day of just being home, reflecting, and breathing. A female colleague asked me recently, “What truly sets your soul on fire?” That question hasn’t left me alone. It made me Continue reading
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Carrying Ghosts
I don’t really understand what’s happening, but it feels like my symptoms are coming back. My neck and shoulders are so tense it feels like I’m carrying the weight of everything I’ve ever survived. It’s the same tension I had before I was medicated, the kind that never really leaves. I am also so incredibly Continue reading
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The Great Closet Purge
I decided to completely annihilate my wardrobe. Like, everything came out. Every hanger. Every bin. Every drawer. My living room is basically a fabric apocalypse right now. We’re talking over twenty years of clothes. Some of it belonged to my mom but most of it’s mine and they represent my moods, my body changes, and Continue reading
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A Stormy Fall Day and the Façade That’s Cracking
Today turned out to be a really stormy day. It feels like fall now, especially after a warm, sunny weekend. The wind was blowing , the rain was pouring, and the leaves were falling all over the ground. Honestly, it’s kind of beautiful if you actually stop and look. Normally, I’m not a huge fan Continue reading
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A New Era
I have decided to end one sided relationships. I will no longer invest my energy in people who do not value our connection as much as I do. I refuse to be used to boost someone else’s ego. From now on, I will focus on building relationships that are genuine, authentic, and reciprocal. I desire Continue reading
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Four Years Later: Remembering My Mom
Today marks four years since my mom passed away. Four years and yet it feels like it happened yesterday. Her death was sudden, shocking, and completely flipped the world my dad and I knew. She had been having health issues during Covid, and because of the pandemic, she couldn’t get the care she desperately needed. Continue reading
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Painting in the Glow
Tonight my dad and I went to Pinot’s Palette for a blacklight paint and sip. The room glowed with neon colors and under the black lights our paintings slowly came alive with a spooky kind of magic. You can watch the timelapse here: Art has always been something we’ve shared. When I was little, my Continue reading
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Words, Connection, and My Mom’s Legacy
I made my first vlog — something completely new for me. I actually love speaking in public, so that’s not an issue at all. It’s just that, like many INFJs, I often feel that my words come across more clearly and beautifully on paper than they do out loud. Still, I wanted to challenge myself to Continue reading
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Red Flags
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you? The red flag for me is the kind of person who coats everything in sugar. The ones who are endlessly agreeable, overflowing with friendliness, and eager to make everyone feel special but almost to the point where it feels theatrical. At first, it looks Continue reading
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Threads of Life: Soul, Magic, and What Comes Next
I’ve always believed that life is more than the minutes we spend walking around on this earth. Honestly, I can’t wrap my brain around the idea that everything like the trees, the laughter, the heartbreak, the tiny coincidences that feel like winks from the universe just exists to disappear. I’ve seen meaning everywhere I’ve looked, Continue reading
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Traveling Light: No Room for Grudges
Are you holding a grudge? About? I used to hold grudges. Like, really hold them. If you hurt me, you went into my mental file cabinet and I never forgot. But honestly, that wasn’t just me being stubborn, it was me being stuck. PTSD will do that. And let me just say this: PTSD is Continue reading
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It’s September!
Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit! It’s September 1, and I’ve got my spicy cinnamon and apple candle burning away, filling the house with that warm, cozy scent that instantly makes me feel like fall has arrived, even if it’s still hot and humid outside. There’s something about that mix of spice and sweetness that just feels like Continue reading
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The Last Weekend of August 2025
There’s always something kind of bittersweet about the last weekend of August. It feels like standing in a doorway, you know what I mean? You can still feel summer, but fall is hovering right outside, waiting to step in. The days feel like they’re slipping away a little faster, like the season is quietly packing Continue reading
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A Cozy Friday Night In
It’s a cozy Friday night, and I’m curled up in my jammies with a pumpkin spice latte I made at home on my new espresso maker (Thanks Dad!) Making my own lattes feels like such a win! Saving money, tasting amazing, and filling my space with that warm, cozy pumpkin spice aroma. I’ve got a Continue reading
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The Power and Paradox of Noticing: An INFJ Perspective
I’ve always noticed the things most people don’t. The tiny shifts in someone’s tone, that half second hesitation before a word is spoken, the invisible rhythm in a room the second someone walks in. These details, so easily ignored, are like neon signs to me. My brain maps them without me even thinking about it, Continue reading
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