Category: Notes from Life

Starting again can feel like standing at the edge of a cliff, wondering if the ground will catch you this time. After everything you’ve been through, the last thing you want is to fall the same way again. And yet… something inside you reaches forward. Hopes, quietly. Wants connection again. But here’s what’s important to…

Life doesn’t sit still and wait for us to feel brave. It doesn’t ask if we’ve healed enough, planned enough, or figured everything out. It just keeps moving—quietly, steadily, sometimes even painfully—pulling us along whether we feel ready or not. There were moments I wanted to press pause. To catch my breath. To stay a…

I’ve had seasons where money came in, and I spent it like it would always be there—quickly, without pause. Not out of greed, but out of habit, sometimes even desperation. It felt good for a moment… but it vanished just as fast. And what was left? Not peace. Not progress. Just more stress. That’s what…

Somewhere along the way, the world decided that a woman’s worth could be measured in inches. That thinness meant discipline, beauty, even morality. And if you weren’t thin, then you must have failed. Failed at control. Failed at caring for yourself. Failed at being lovable. I believed that for a long time. I spent years…

Some days, I wish there were a blueprint. A voice from the sky telling me what to do next. A divine script I could follow so I wouldn’t feel so unsure. But there isn’t. There never was. Just me. Just life, happening, unfolding, surprising me, breaking me open, and making me new again. And maybe…

After a painful ending—whether it’s a divorce, a breakup, or a heartbreak that took something deep from you—it’s easy to feel like you have to come back perfect. Like love will only find you again if you’ve cleaned up every mess, erased every scar, and stitched yourself up without a seam showing. But that’s not…

So many of us carry around parts of our past like they’re something to hide. We try to cover up the messy chapters—the ones with heartbreak, abuse, trauma, mistakes, or things we were forced into. The shame creeps in when we think we’re “less than” because of what happened. But that shame isn’t the truth….

There’s a quiet kind of courage in admitting you still want love. Especially after heartbreak. Especially after betrayal, or loneliness, or years of pretending you didn’t need it anymore. Sometimes just whispering the words—“I still want to be loved”—feels like standing naked in the cold. But here’s the truth: wanting love doesn’t make you needy….

Today I watched a movie that did something rare—it calmed my nervous system. Boyhood (2014). A slow, grounded film that follows the life of a boy named Mason from age six to the time he joins college. No fantasy, no dramatic music, no violent plot twists or adrenaline-driven scenes. Just ordinary life, unfolding gently and…