Weâve all been told that we need to "find our purpose," but what if thatâs not the right approach? In this post, Iâm challenging the âfind your purposeâ narrative and offering a fresh take on living a life full of meaning. Itâs not about having everything figured out or finding the one perfect path. Itâs about experimenting, exploring what excites your soul, and embracing the constant evolution of who you are. Life is an experimentâthere are no wrong answers, just opportunities to grow. So, let go of the pressure to "get it right" and start living a life that feels fulfilling, exciting, and most importantly, uniquely yours.
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In 2018, I decided to take a break from alcohol, and it quickly turned into a life-changing journey thatâs still going strong today. But it wasnât just about quitting boozeâit was about reconnecting with myself in a way I hadnât done in years. Meditation became my lifeline, guiding me through the discomfort, pain, and overwhelming emotions Iâd been numbing with alcohol. In this post, I share how meditation helped me not only stay alcohol-free but also uncovered truths about myself I wasnât ready to face before. If you're wondering whether alcohol and meditation can coexist, my story might just provide the answer you're searching for.
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Reflecting on the return of Trump and the Age of Aquarius, this post offers personal insights and practical guidance on navigating fear, divisiveness, and how we can show up better for each other in 2025.
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âTwas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,Anxiety was stirringâso much to fret about.The stockings were hung, not quite straight but who cared,Because perfectionâs a myth weâve all unfairly declared. The fur-babies were restless, pacing the floor,Awaiting their treats, always hungry for more.And Dad in his hoodie, and I in mine too,Sat quietly wondering, âHow much more can we do?â When suddenly from outside there arose such a clatter,Our dogs barked in chorus, as if the world were in shatter.I peeked through the curtains, my pulse running high,And saw a lone courier under the moonlit sky. Packages stacked, he dashed to his van,As I muttered, âAnother thing we…
