What if the recognition you're seeking isn't waiting on a stage somewhere, but right here in your own hands? Recognition isn't just a trophy on your shelf—it's a form of rest. That sacred breath between survival and becoming. After four years of podcasting through empty seasons, echoing rooms, and uncertain words, I decided to give myself the damn award. No permission needed, no red carpet required. And it wasn't just celebration—it was interruption of an unhealthy cycle. We often push ours...
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What if the recognition you're seeking isn't waiting on a stage somewhere, but right here in your own hands? Recognition isn't just a trophy on your shelf—it's a form of rest. That sacred breath between survival and becoming. After four years of podcasting through empty seasons, echoing rooms, and uncertain words, I decided to give myself the damn award. No permission needed, no red carpet required. And it wasn't just celebration—it was interruption of an unhealthy cycle. We often push ours...
In this deeply personal season finale, Mikita reflects on the unscripted, raw journey of this season of Thym 4 Tea with Mikita. From navigating grief and rest to reclaiming identity and power, this episode is a love letter to listeners who’ve shown up through the messy middle. Mikita shares a powerful poem, announces an exciting new podcast, No One Asked, launching in Fall 2025, and teases a summer mini-series and a bold new season of Thym 4 Tea in Spring 2026. Key Moments:Poem: “There’s a fi...
Thym 4 Tea with Mikita
What if the recognition you're seeking isn't waiting on a stage somewhere, but right here in your own hands? Recognition isn't just a trophy on your shelf—it's a form of rest. That sacred breath between survival and becoming. After four years of podcasting through empty seasons, echoing rooms, and uncertain words, I decided to give myself the damn award. No permission needed, no red carpet required. And it wasn't just celebration—it was interruption of an unhealthy cycle. We often push ours...
