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PurPOSE: The Position You’re Standing In
Purpose gets dressed up a lot. We talk about it like it’s a destination… a title… a grand reveal. But what if purpose is quieter than that? More embodied. More positional. Have you ever thought about the pose you’re standing in with intention? Not purpose as a goal—but purpose as a stance. Pose. Two definitions stopped me in my tracks: 1. To assume a particular attitude or position in order to be photographed, painted, or drawn. 2. A way of behaving adopted to give others a false impression. That second one? Whew. That one made me pause. Because if we’re honest… most of us know how to pose. We know…
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WTFourty
I didn’t glide into 40—I crashed into it.And the first thing I whispered to myself was exactly that:WTFourty… what is this? This wasn’t the version of 40 I imagined.I thought it would feel lighter… softer… more aligned.I thought I’d finally feel like a woman who understood her body, her needs, her boundaries, her peace. Instead, I walked into 40 and met a version of myself I didn’t recognize. My body felt foreign.My emotions lived at the surface.My anger was louder.My anxiety had its own pulse.My health shifted in ways that scared me.My routines—my work, my businesses, the parts of my life I used to manage with ease—felt heavy, unorganized, and…
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Peeling Back
I’m Done Hoarding What No Longer Serves Me Lately, I’ve been peeling back layers—some intentionally, others by force. Each layer uncovers something new: trauma that was done to me… and if I’m honest, some that I’ve inflicted on myself. It’s been uncomfortable. Necessary. Healing. I found myself surrounded by what I now call “organized chaos.” Things that once held meaning or purpose, stacked neatly in my life like trophies. But lately, I had to ask myself—do these things still serve me? And more importantly, do I still serve them? We hold onto stuff—physical, emotional, spiritual—just to prove we survived something. Or that we accomplished something. We keep people around because…
