Last weekend, I was catching up with a friend I hadn’t seen in forever. 

As we were chatting, he opened up about how rough 2025 has been for him so far. 

Naturally, I shared some of my own struggles from the past few months—and that’s when I gently brought up astrology… to someone who doesn’t believe in astrology. 😅

Thankfully, he didn’t roll his eyes (at least not out loud 😉) and let me explain.

Last week, I was working with a client—let’s call her Sarah.
Sarah had been dealing with some health issues and was pretty scared when her doctor told her she needed more tests. 🩺

Like most of us would, she went down a very scary rabbit hole on the internet and convinced herself that her prognosis wasn’t good. 

Her Inner Child was in overdrive—scared, overthinking, and analyzing every possible worst-case scenario. And of course, that kind of mental stress is the last thing her body needed while trying to heal. ❤️‍🩹

A few years ago, while working with a social media and book coach, she said something interesting. 

She told me “romanticize your life.” ❤️

At first, I thought she meant, wine and dine myself and simply laughed it off as another cliche. 

But over time this idea has morphed and changed and today during my meditation, it came to me again.

What if we all fell in love with our lives?

Life’s been pretty stressful lately, hasn’t it?

All around the United States, folks are facing some tough stuff. People have lost jobs or seen crucial funding for farms, research, and humanitarian projects disappear. 

Many are afraid for their lives—because of their gender, sexuality, citizenship status, or the color of their skin. 

We’re witnessing information being erased right in front of us.

Personally, I’ve seen trauma survivor stories vanish from federally funded websites.

There’s a lot happening right now, and regardless of your political beliefs, the tension is undeniable.

The other day, I started working with a new client. Like most first sessions, she shared everything that wasn’t working in her life.

 She didn’t like the way she sometimes reacted to her family. She felt overwhelmed by emotions and exhausted from constantly trying to prove she was good enough.

I listened, then said: "I get it. And I’m guessing everything you just described makes absolute perfect sense."

She looked at me skeptically—like I’d lost my mind.

The other day, I walked into a restaurant here in Asheville, and standing in front of me in line was a new friend of mine. 

We exchanged smiles, said hello, hugged, caught up briefly, and then went our separate ways.

This might seem like a small moment, but for me, it was monumental. 

It was the first time since moving to Asheville back in June that something like this had happened—running into someone I know.

A historical moment, really. 

Last week, I went out to coffee with my friend Taylor. She was feeling pretty nervous because she knew she had to have a hard conversation with someone—and, honestly, she wasn’t looking forward to it. She didn’t know how or when to bring it up, was worried about how she might come across, and was bracing herself for the other person’s potential reaction. Now, isn't that relatable?

Five years ago, at 5:30 a.m. on New Year's Day 🎉 I drove home from a friend's house, my head spinning with ideas.

Long into the night, we had been deep in conversations about my childhood.

Though we’d known each other for years, I’d never shared those parts of my life with her—or with most people. 

Luckily for me, she's a therapist, but unknown to me, she also specializes in the type of abuse I'd experienced.

I usually don’t send emails two weeks in a row, but on Christmas Eve, sitting in my best friend’s living room, surrounded by Christmas cheer, I felt moved to connect with you.

Earlier this week, I drove 8.5 hours through four different states—all the way to Cleveland, Ohio. 

The journey was filled with beautiful landscapes: rolling hills, cozy farmhouses, snow-covered forests, and flowing rivers. 

This past week, I had a rupture with someone I love.

It was hard—I could feel myself starting to spiral. I felt conflicted in my inner world, torn between wanting to show up for them and, pulling away, and shutting down.

But here’s the good news (yes, there is good news): I SAW what I was doing. I was aware of it!

And then afterwards, with a little space to sort through my feelings, I was able to come back and totally own my side of things. 

I could apologize easily and explain what I was thinking, and how I was feeling, which created a beautiful repair.

Last weekend, I had the honor of presenting at the 9th Annual Georgetown Day School Sexual Assault and Consent Summit—a conference created by high school students for their peers, parents, and educators. 

How amazing is that?

Throughout the weekend, survivors shared powerful stories of healing and resilience, in a space was filled with openness and support. It was truly inspiring, and I’m so grateful to have been part of it.

I have to admit—I’m exhausted. This past week has been a whirlwind of travel, celebrating beautiful moments of love, and facing the uncertainty of what’s next.

My mind’s been in overdrive, trying to “figure it all out,” wondering why things are as they are.

But here’s the truth: 

things simply are as they are. 

Tomorrow marks four weeks since Hurricane Helene hit Western North Carolina.

It’s hard to put into words how much has changed—not just in my life, but in the lives of thousands across the region.

For three weeks, I was out of my home, out of routine, and completely out of sorts. The first two weeks, it made sense that I wasn’t as productive as usual.

Wow, I honestly don’t know where to begin.

First, I just want to say how incredibly grateful I am to be alive, to have an intact home, and to now have basic electricity, water, and phone service.

Because for so many in my new hometown of Asheville, that is not the case.

You’ve probably seen the news about the devastation caused by Hurricane Helene in Western North Carolina. 

Have you ever wished for someone to swoop in, take control, and say, “Don’t worry, I’ve got this”?

I’ve been noticing a theme lately. I’ve noticed it in myself and it’s been coming up in conversations with friends and with clients. 

My last year in college, my life fell apart. I was 22, barely speaking to my mom, my friends were mad at me, and my long-term boyfriend was ready to leave if things didn't change.

Yesterday, I was chatting with a friend about manifesting, and I shared a little tip I use. She immediately said, "You need to make a video about that!" And I thought, "Yeah, I should make a video about that!"

For the past five months, I've had the distinct pleasure of being a part of a creativity support group—or at least that's how I think about it 😂

If you read my last post, you’re aware that I’m in the midst of a hefty transition.