The Creation

There are things we’re allowed to talk about—and things we’re not.

Some endings arrive without ceremony—just a phone lighting up in the dark, and a life that will never be the same.

When was the last time you said, ‘I’m proud of me.’

Today didn’t work. But it revealed something important.

The story I tell about myself has never included the full picture.

I didn’t expect cleaning out my closet to make me cry—but it did.

We have all heard of stalking other people but have you ever stalked yourself?

I thought I was showing up for yoga. Turns out, I was training for a fight.

For a long time, I believed love meant holding on, no matter the cost.

I've learned some interesting things after six months of blogging.

Something can look right and still feel wrong. That took me a long time to learn.

After everything I lost, becoming wasn’t an option.

There are endings that don’t break your heart. They return you to yourself.

Hiking 107 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail taught me a lot just not what I thought it would.

We don’t just fall in love with people — we attach to how it feels to be with them . To their energy and presence. To the way our body settles—or tightens—around them. To how we feel when they enter a room, when they touch us, when they pull away. To the tone of their voice, the rhythm of their attention, the way connection comes and goes. We attach to experiences, yes — but also to the felt sense of being seen or overlooked, held or suspended, safe or braced. Over time, tho

I didn’t know this was a non-negotiable until I lost it.

When I think about this time last year, I’m grateful to not be there anymore

Sickness strips life down to its essentials—and in doing so, it redefines what success really means.

It was never about the number of likes, the fans, or any idea of celebrity. For me, it was always about connecting.

Last year, a friend who knows me well said something that stopped me.