Today felt soft and easy — like tying a bow on a chapter I didn’t know I’d finished. I renewed my license (double chin and all), shared my first journal on Amazon, uploaded a Reiki sleep meditation to YouTube, and even got a surprise text from my son asking to hang out. Between vision boards, B-12 theories, and love lessons, I realized healing is just the heart learning to rest. Maybe this is what it feels like when the ache starts to end.
Today felt like getting married… to my business. 💍 I officially registered Living Life Unbridled as a sole proprietorship, and I’m so proud of that step. My son canceled dinner (which I kinda expected), but the day still turned into something full — from helping my mom, to talking with my mentor, to buying paint and trying new foods. I discovered the best sweet-and-spicy chips ever, painted “Two Unicorns,” and even sent my latest Substack piece to Bloom on a whim. It’s funny how something as small as a snack or a new color can make life feel alive again. So yeah… unbridled. Still learning, still laughing, still loving you
I was so tired today — body, mind, and soul. Between gym fatigue, doctor’s appointments, and trying to renew my license, everything felt like too much. But maybe this season is about tying up loose ends before what’s next begins. I’m learning to hold hope even when I’m worn out… and to keep believing that something good is still coming.
Today was about slowing down and giving myself grace. I didn’t make it to the gym, but I did small things that mattered — errands, laundry, rest. I’m learning that starting over doesn’t mean beginning from zero. It just means remembering what already works. I talked through some business plans, let go of pressure, and reminded myself: I can move from anxious to calm, one step at a time.
https://a.co/d/04LNNyK link to the new journal on Amazon
I was so tired I almost fell asleep mid-sentence — but sometimes, that’s when the real honesty comes through. In this episode, I talk about exhaustion, transformation, and how growth doesn’t always look like a big, cinematic change. Sometimes it’s just unpacking your suitcase, losing a few skincare items in New York, and realizing you still showed up anyway. I remind myself (and maybe you too) that it doesn’t always make sense — but it still matters
I’m getting ready for a little trip — but I realized “vacation” isn’t just about where I go, it’s about how I let myself breathe. I talk about manifesting through feeling, missing my dog, being proud of what I create, and remembering that rest is still sacred work. This one’s soft, simple, and full of real life: packing, pizza, skincare, prayer, and love.
Today felt like an ordinary day that turned into a quiet win. I didn’t get my nap, but I finished my guided journal — 744 pages I once dreaded — and dedicated it to my teenage self. I realized I don’t make typical things because I’m not a typical person, and that’s something I’m finally proud of. This episode is about loving yourself through the long process — one breath, one page, one moment at a time
Today I talk about what it really means to find your way—especially when it feels like you’re “late.” Watching Chef’s Table reminded me that even the most talented people sometimes don’t figure it out until their forties… and that’s okay. I share what I’m learning about pouring into myself first, having courage to be seen, and trusting that my path will unfold in its own divine timing. This one’s quiet, real, and tender.
Today’s episode is really just… a reminder. A soft one. For me, for you, for us. I talk about switching directions in school (and realizing that’s actually okay), going to the Kelly Clarkson show, finishing 23 of the 30 things I’d been avoiding, and learning how to rest without guilt. I’m also starting a new creative project that feels big and important — the kind that can’t be done in one sitting. Somewhere in between the errands and the dreams, I’m remembering that progress can be quiet. That I don’t have to prove anything to be seen. And that keeping some cards close is part of protecting my peace
Today was a soft, funny, gratitude-soaked day. I talked about my dog’s reaction to my brother coming home, my $500 giveaway video, and the next steps in my “avoidance journey” — from researching a Hawaii trip to figuring out how to register my business. I got Kelly Clarkson tickets, had a big realization about being paid to create, and remembered that even small generosity is magic. I’m finally building something for me.
Today I finally realized—I’ve been the hero of my story all along. My mentor helped me see that everything I’ve been creating—podcasts, journals, paintings—is the business, and that it’s okay to get paid for being me. I had my first lightbulb moment at 45 years and 11 months old, and it changed everything. Between a lymphatic drainage massage, washing the dog, painting, and eating my first chopped cheese on a hero roll, I remembered: I’m allowed to take up space, be seen, and call it success
Today I bought myself a $5.99 robe and $21 worth of flowers — and somehow it felt like therapy. I rearranged them twice, took another nap without guilt, and reminded myself that loving myself is the work. I talk about leaving school, learning to surrender instead of trying to “help God out,” and realizing that some days are one-minute-at-a-time days. But even then — every day still has something good in it.
Today I realized I’ve already been living the dream I thought I was chasing. I withdrew from school—not because I failed, but because I finally understood what’s actually mine to do. Since 2019, I’ve wanted to create content that helps people heal and feel more alive, and… I’ve been doing that. Through my Substack, TikToks, books, podcasts—every bit of it counts. I don’t need a classroom or a paycheck to validate purpose. I’m living it. I’m grateful, growing, and even treating myself to $20 flowers tomorrow—because joy gets to be part of the purpose too.
Today I tried making homemade pasta for the first time—it totally flopped, but I learned a lot and laughed through it. That led me to think about how far I’ve come in five years: painting, podcasting, baking, Reiki, yoga, writing, creating meditations, and just becoming someone I actually like. I used to measure everything by money, but now I see that doing it—living it—is the real credit. This episode’s about giving myself grace for the process and celebrating growth that can’t be priced
Today’s episode is quieter, more grounded — just me reflecting on open windows, fresh air, and finally deciding to move out before my birthday. I talk about what it feels like to release old dreams (school, acting) and remember what still calls to me: hosting, connecting, creating. My outlook’s shifting — not spiraling, just softening into trust. I don’t know how it’ll all work, but I’m learning to love the not-knowing.
Today I did something wild — I went to my first open mic comedy night! I wasn’t great, but I was brave, and that counts. I also faced some hard money truths, sat with disappointment, and still chose to believe things can shift. Hope feels tender right now, but it’s still here. I’m learning that progress doesn’t always look like profit—it sometimes looks like showing up with $6 and heart.
Today I let myself spiral—but gently. I didn’t force productivity; I wrote, painted, meditated, and let the day unfold. Somewhere between counting backwards from 200 and tearing up at The Little Mermaid, I realized I don’t have to know all the answers yet. I can just be—confused, hopeful, alive. I can let things take shape in their own time. So this one’s for the part of us that’s still figuring it out but keeps showing up anyway.
Today I took myself on a little accidental pilgrimage of self-care. I went to the New York Bridal Market, wandered by the water, and somehow ended up at the A-R-T-E Museum—an immersive art exhibit that turned into a soul bath. I used the waterfall room to cleanse my insecurities, the flower room to receive my flowers, and the sun room to recharge. Somewhere between walking 7 miles, coloring a phoenix, and meeting a kind stranger who offered to take my picture, I remembered that self-care isn’t always nails or naps—it’s saying yes to beauty when it finds you. I’m learning to give myself credit, ease up on pressure, and trust that quality takes time—like baking with better butter
Today was one of those “I’m doing my best” days — I turned in homework late but still proud, cleaned my floors, tried monkfish, and picked out my dream Nikes (Superflys!). I talked about perfectionism, confusion as safety, and how I’m slowly learning to show up — for my business, my art, and myself. Sometimes you just need to do ten minutes a day, smile at your dog, and keep believing it’s all gonna work out.
I talk about pressure and how it builds quietly, even when I’m doing everything right. I share what it’s like to be the one everyone calls to fix things, but not knowing who to call for myself. I read the letter I wished my family would’ve written to me, and remind myself that love doesn’t need conditions. Sometimes the most healing thing is letting myself be enough, even when I don’t finish the homework
