Things I’m still learning to say out loud.

There was a time not too long ago when I thought I was the worst cook imaginable. Well…turns out if I had tried to make anything at all, I would have realized I’m not as bad as I thought. This year I decided to create a bingo board. To explain this simply, you have a square board with about 20 or more pieces, and those become your goals for the end of the year. The goal of the board? Try to wipe out all your cards and get bingo by December 31st. Of course I was feeling quite

Lately, I’ve been reflecting on what truly lights up my weeks and brings me happiness. For a long time, I felt a quiet need for something deeper, something greater than myself that I couldn’t quite describe. About two years ago, I hit a low point. I felt a lack of purpose, faith, and direction, and I made choices that reflected that. I chased fleeting moments of feeling… anything to fill the void that I so badly didn’t want to face. Thankfully, I’ve since pulled myself out of

If I’m honest, there are days when I feel the world is forcing me to toughen up and be more independent than God created me to be. If you know me you know I believe in traditional gender roles rooted in my faith. Well… recently I’ve come to the realization that my true journey isn’t about building my worth, rather about protecting the softness I was born with. And that’s not easy for a woman to do in today’s corporate girly, hyper-independent society. I want to share my heart

There was a time not too long ago when I thought I literally had an autoimmune disease. Each day, I felt like I was slowly dying. Dramatic, I know… but if you knew me, you’d know how every day felt like a stretch just to get out of bed. I basically wasn’t even living. For some backstory, every two weeks for seven months straight, I’d start by randomly getting a headache, which always led to a 104° fever and occasionally throwing up (AND I HATE THROWING UP). I was on antibioti

For most of my life, I was sold a lie. That I needed to do it all on my own. That I could never truly rely on a man, and that wanting to made me less. That success meant staying busy and controlling every aspect of my life, down to the last detail. I micromanaged everything… my schedule, my future, even my emotions. I bottled everything up and didn’t allow myself to ever truly feel. I lived in my masculine energy constantly…and at the time, I didn’t even know what the heck th

There was a time (aka about three months ago) when I’d wake up in full panic, to the sound of an iPhone alarm that could ruin your whole day. The kind of morning where you’re still mid dream, heart racing, and already overwhelmed before your feet even touch  the floor. Now? I wake up to meditative flutes and a “ Malibu sunrise .” And honestly… I’ve never felt more at ease. Most mornings, I open my eyes about 15 minutes before  the alarm even goes off…who even am I?! The soft

It’s Saturday morning. You roll out of bed, open your fridge, and if you’re anything like me, you are staring at two eggs and maybe… half a lemon? You could go to the grocery store and grab the same old GROSS spinach wrapped in plastic, or—you could romanticize  your life just a little . You throw on your most feminine dress, and head to the one place that actually makes errands feel like self-care: the Laguna Beach Farmers Market. You just can’t put a price on how the coast

Recently I discovered the power of breathing. I might sound insane to you, but truly if you stopped to think about it when was the last time you just sat there for a moment and focused on your breath? We constantly flow through our days in a state of constant motion, rarely pausing to just be. Lately I’ve been making the conscious effort to focus more on simply breathing and bringing myself back to the present moment. This week I decided to make it a point to stop, sit still,