Category: At Home in My Body

Starting over isn’t a sign that something went wrong or that we’ve failed. It’s actually a natural part of how life works—for people, for ideas, and for everything that grows and changes around us. Just like species evolve over time, shedding old traits and adopting new ones to survive and thrive, we do the same…

I used to think family and friendship were fixed things. That once someone held a place in your life, they’d always be there — steady, certain, unshakable. But I’ve learned that, like rivers, relationships flow. Some deepen. Some dry up. Some change their course entirely. There was a time I held on too tightly —…

Life isn’t a race, even when it feels like everything around us is moving fast. Nature teaches us something important: nothing worth growing happens overnight. Trees don’t burst into full bloom in a day. Rivers don’t carve valleys in an instant. Instead, everything unfolds slowly, with steady, persistent care. There’s something deeply calming about that….

Every morning brings a quiet invitation: begin again. Not because you failed yesterday or need to become someone else, but because life itself is always shifting. Seasons change. Tides roll in and out. Trees bloom, shed, rest, and bloom again. Nature doesn’t rush or resist—it moves in rhythm, and so can we. We get caught…

Careers don’t always follow a straight, planned path—just like rivers don’t flow in perfect lines. Sometimes, the way forward changes because of obstacles, new opportunities, or simply because life shifts around us. And that’s okay. Like a river, I can learn to be flexible and adaptable. If one route gets blocked, I don’t have to…

No one tells you how parenting will stretch you — not just in your time, your patience, your energy — but in your identity. In the quiet moments, I’ve realized I’m not just raising a child. I’m also raising myself, again. Not to be perfect, but to be more present, more aware, more honest. When…

I had an interesting conversation with my cousin yesterday. We were talking about why good girls actually finish last — and we both came to the same surprising conclusion. It’s religion. For 34 years, I was the definition of a good Christian girl. I followed every rule, avoided anything remotely “worldly,” and did everything the…

I’ve never understood why people say “God did it” as if that ends the conversation. It’s not an explanation — it’s what people say when they’ve run out of explanations. Like a shrug, dressed up in faith. If you ask, “Why did this happen?” and someone says, “Because God wanted it that way,” what they’re…

There’s a theory that describes religion as behaving like a parasite—not in the moral sense, but in the biological one. It survives by embedding itself in human minds and cultures, feeding off our fears, hopes, and need for belonging. It doesn’t depend on truth for survival; it depends on transmission. Most of us don’t choose…