11/22/2025
This year, gratitude feels different.
It feels deeper… rooted… earned.
I’ve walked through some of the heaviest doors of my life,
and somehow I came out softer — not harder.
This has been a year of truth-telling, ego-shedding,
shadow-walking and soul-rebirthing.
Peru cracked me open in ways I still don’t fully have words for.
My body spoke, my ancestors whispered,
and the parts of me I abandoned long ago
came home again.
I’ve grieved.
I’ve released.
I’ve reclaimed.
And through all of it, gratitude didn’t come as excitement —
it came as peace.
The kind of peace you feel when you finally exhale
after holding your breath for years.
I’m grateful for the woman I used to be
because she survived what should’ve broken her.
I’m grateful for the woman I am becoming
because she is choosing a life rooted in presence, not pressure.
And I am deeply grateful for the woman I am right now —
learning, healing, expanding, and remembering her power.
I’m grateful for my home.
For the land that holds us.
For the seeds we’ve planted — literally and spiritually —
and for the ecosystem Michael and I are creating
with our own hands,
our own love,
and our own vision for a slower, more intentional life.
I’m grateful for the people who stayed.
The people who showed up.
The people who loved me in moments
when I couldn’t recognize myself.
And the people who walked away —
because even their absence created space for my awakening.
Mostly, I’m grateful for the rebirth of me —
the softness, the strength, the intuition,
and the knowing that I am exactly where I’m meant to be.
This Thanksgiving, I’m not just giving thanks.
I’m honoring the chapters that shaped me
and the new ones I am stepping into
with an open heart, steady breath,
and a soul that finally feels free.
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If you’re reading this, I hope you give yourself permission
to find gratitude in your becoming —
not just in your blessings.
Your evolution is something worth thanking, too.
