The earth doesn’t stay the same all year. It blooms, sheds, rests, and grows again—without apology. There’s no shame in winter. No guilt in spring. And I’m starting to see that my career, my path, can be just as cyclical. There are times when I’ve pushed, achieved, climbed. And there are times when I’ve paused,…
Category: At Home in My Body
This space is about learning to live gently inside your own skin — without apology, without war. It’s for the slow, often uncomfortable work of seeing your body as home again. The softness, the scars, the weight, the stories — all of it belongs.
My Feelings Are Valid—No Matter What
It’s easy to doubt yourself when your feelings don’t fit what others expect. Maybe you feel sadness when people say you “should be over it.” Maybe you feel anger when others want you to “just forgive and forget.” Maybe you feel lonely even in a crowded room. Here’s the truth: your feelings are your body…
Anger
I used to be afraid of my anger. I saw it as something messy and shameful—something to bury deep so no one could see. But the more I buried it, the more it grew, like roots spreading under the surface, cracking things I thought were stable. Now I’m learning that anger isn’t the enemy. It’s…
Trusting My Body’s Wisdom
There’s a deep, quiet intelligence in my body that I’m learning to listen to more and more. It’s not about control or forcing things to happen the way I want; it’s about trust. Trusting that my body knows exactly what it’s doing—even when my mind is filled with doubt or worry. Every ache, every craving,…
My Child’s Behaviour Is Data—Not a Moral Failure
When my child has a meltdown or talks back or refuses to do something I asked, it’s easy to feel like I’m doing something wrong—or that they are. But I’ve been learning to pause and remind myself: this isn’t a sign of failure. It’s information. Their behaviour isn’t a reflection of my worth as a…