Letters to Myself: Thirty-Three
Winter asks us to slow down. Being gentler with myself means accepting rest, honoring memory, and trusting that light will return.
Letters to Myself: Entry Fourteen
Turning a page isn’t just about endings and beginnings — it’s about savoring the story in front of you. Lately, I’ve been learning to enjoy the details of the page I’m on, trusting that the next chapter will come in its own time.
Letters to Myself: Bonus Entry
We often chase perfection like it’s something we can finally catch, but the truth is, life isn’t meant to be flawless. It’s meant to be lived. In this reflection, I explore how letting go of perfection—much like the changing of seasons—has brought me freedom, peace, and a deeper appreciation for the simple moments that make life truly beautiful.
Letters to Myself: Entry Eight
Saying goodbye to summer is never easy. But this year, I realized that letting go opens the door to new growth. Here’s what I’m carrying with me into the fall.
