12/16/2025
There are moments when showing up feels heavy.
I consider myself a deeply positive person — but also a positive realist. I intentionally keep politics, religion, and division out of this space. The only “extreme” I believe in is helping people feel safe, supported, and strong enough to keep going. Teaching resilience, because I know firsthand how much stronger we are than we think.
And yet… there are times when my soul hurts.
When the world feels loud with violence, hatred, and anger, and my mind cannot make sense of random acts of brutality — especially when innocent people were simply celebrating life, love, and togetherness. Something precious. Something human.
I find myself asking:
How do we hold joy and grief at the same time?
How do we stay soft in a world that feels so hard?
How do we show up when there are no words that make anything better?
Today, I don’t have answers.
I only have presence.
I don’t know if it’s “business as usual,” or if it’s simply allowing ourselves to pause and acknowledge the pain — to mourn fellow humans who were doing exactly what we all long for: being alive and together.
To those who are grieving, to those who feel shaken, to those whose hearts feel heavy — I see you. I’m holding space for you. And I’m sending love, even when I don’t know what else to send.
If there is one thing I still believe deeply, it’s this:
Our humanity matters.
Our compassion matters.
Choosing kindness, even when we’re hurting, matters.
Today, I’m not here to motivate.
I’m here to be real.
And sometimes, that is enough.
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