There is something beautiful about feeling like yourself again after what feels like such a long time. About laughing from your soul, smiling from your heart, and sleeping well at night without carrying the weight of things that were never meant to be yours forever. I have missed this version of myself. The woman who laughs freely, finds joy in the little things, and feels light enough to dream again. The woman who is finally living, not just getting through life. And I know I did not get here alone. I am held by the love of my family, guided by God, and strengthened by a resilience that carried me through seasons I once wondered how I would survive. There were lessons in the difficult days, growth in the uncomfortable moments, and a quiet kind of strength that revealed itself when I needed it most. I honour the woman I was when life felt heavier. I honour the courage it took to keep going, the things I had to unlearn, and the grace that allowed me to soften again. Today, I am not just...
It is not in a particular office, institution, desk, title, relationship, or city. And it is not waiting for you in another person. You are the temple. You carry your blessing with you. Yes, your children can bless you. Your parents can bless you. Your family can bless you. A stranger can cross your path and become an unexpected answer to a prayer. People can be vessels. Places can become significant. Doors can open through institutions and relationships. But never confuse the vessel with the Source. What is meant for you does not become yours because you sat at a particular desk. It does not disappear because you left a particular building. It does not lose its power because a relationship ended or a season changed. You carry something within you that travels with you. The wisdom travels with you. The gift travels with you. The capacity travels with you. The light travels with you. The blessing travels with you. Sometimes, we spend too much time protecting the place where we believe o...