Category: Love, Redefined

There are some women who find themselves deeply attracted to a certain type of man — the “lovable rebel.” He’s the one who doesn’t follow the rules, who challenges authority, who seems exciting and unpredictable. He may be younger, dress differently, or come from outside her usual social circle. He stands out, and that’s part…

When you look at a tree that’s stood through years of storms, you might notice how it leans. Maybe its trunk curves slightly, or its branches reach in unusual directions. That’s not weakness. That’s wisdom written in wood. The strength of a tree isn’t in how rigid it stands, but in its ability to bend…

Failure hurts. It can shake your confidence, cloud your vision, and make you want to shrink away from trying again. But the truth is—failure isn’t the end. It’s part of the process, just like compost in a garden. When something breaks down in nature, it doesn’t disappear in shame. It transforms. Leaves fall, food scraps…

There’s a kind of silence that fills the room when everyone has left. Not the peaceful kind. The kind that hums in your bones. The kind that follows you around the house, between rooms, into bed. That’s the loneliness I’ve come to know—not just being alone, but feeling unseen. Unwitnessed. After divorce, that feeling deepened…

Everything alive changes. Trees drop their leaves, rivers shift course, animals grow new coats, and the sky never looks exactly the same two days in a row. Change isn’t the exception in nature—it’s the rule. And I’m part of that same living world. That means I’m not failing when life changes. I’m not broken when…

Growth doesn’t start with a grand reveal—it starts quietly, under the surface. A seed sits in the dark for a while before it breaks through the soil. It doesn’t rush, doesn’t question its worth, doesn’t panic because nothing’s blooming yet. It just waits, trusting the process written into its very being. That’s how I’m learning…

Growth doesn’t always come with clarity or clean edges. It often shows up in the middle of the unknown—when I’ve left something behind but haven’t fully stepped into what’s next. That in-between space, the one filled with questions and second-guessing, is where so much of my becoming takes place. Starting fresh isn’t neat. It’s not…

Some days, I wake up and it feels like there’s a stone in my chest. Not sharp—just heavy. It’s not dramatic or loud. It’s just there, making everything slower. Grief has a way of folding itself into the smallest moments. It sits quietly in the pause between tasks, in the way my coffee cools too…

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,…