Letters to My Future Self

  Hey Gorgeous Soul,   So, I was having this deep conversation with myself the other day – you know, the kind where you sit down, stare into the abyss, and suddenly become a philosopher. And guess what? We uncovered this wild pattern we've got going on. Like, seriously, it's been a constant in our lives, and it's not the good kind of consistency. More like the "Oh, why are we like this?" consistency.   Now, hubby, being the observant genius he is, pointed this out a couple of years ago. At first, we tried to play detective and debunk his theory, but guess what? The man was onto something. We lack that long-term endurance. It's like we start a race, sprint like Usain Bolt on caffeine, and then boom, we're out of steam before the finish line. It's almost like we're running a relay race, but we're the only one holding the baton. Not sustainable, my friend.   I get it, ADHD plays its part. But hey, as a healer, counselor, and all-around wise

Dear Me, It's your soul speaking, and I just want to wrap you in the warm embrace of self-love and understanding. I've watched you carry the weight of past hurts for far too long, and I'm overjoyed that you're finally heeding my whispers. The journey you've embarked on to rediscover the beauty within is a testament to your resilience. You've often let the shadows of shame, guilt, unworthiness, pain, frustration, embarrassment, and loneliness cast their veil over me. I get it – you were only trying to shield me, to shield yourself. What you may not realize is that I've always been your protector. I've always known the path to guide you safely, even when you doubted my voice. Insecurities, fears, and past perceived failures might have clouded your trust in me, but I want you to know that I'm unwavering in my commitment to your best and highest good. You're not broken; there's nothing in you that needs fixing. All you have to do is trust yoursel

  Dear Me,   This morning, as I tuned into my favorite YouTube sermon, a pop-up caught my attention—it was a notification about my laptop's power consumption. It made me pause and reflect. How many tabs are open in my mind and life? How much energy am I expending on these open tabs?   Currently on a 21-day fast, I've embarked on a journey to cultivate health in every aspect of my life—spiritual, mental, emotional, financial, relational, and career-wise. Instead of resolutions, I've opted for a year-long vision. This year, the focus is on achieving work-life harmony, replacing the elusive "balance" that always seems just out of reach.   During this fast, I've eliminated meat and alcohol, choosing to prioritize my well-being. Alcohol, a perennial first-quarter sacrifice, will be bid farewell for good this year. Dealing with acid reflux prompted me to reassess and commit to healing my insides, setting the stage for a vibrant, pain-free older age.  

  Dear Me,   There are moments in life when I feel like a mere observer, as if existence is unfolding without my active participation. It brings to mind the movie "The Truman Show," where the protagonist lived his life unaware that it was all a scripted television show, everyone around him playing paid actors. Just like Truman, we too may find ourselves living in self-created illusions.   We tend to cling to things that no longer serve us, allowing past pain and emotions to guide our decisions. We observe others, attempting to emulate their actions and personalities, only to be disappointed when it doesn't yield the expected outcomes. Why do we subject ourselves to such punishment? Why the self-inflicted abuse?   Yesterday, in my interactions with clients, a realization dawned on me. Each one of us carries around baggage—baggage that influences our decisions, keeping us ensnared in the illusions we've constructed. It echoes Erykah Badu's words about being

  Good morning, Beautiful Soul!   This weekend was a revelation—a gentle whisper from our heart to just be, to savor the moments and fill your cup with the soothing elixir of self-care. As you immersed yourself in healing sessions and a soul-stirring sermon on Sunday, profound questions stirred within.   The healer's words echoed, asking, "What has it cost you to be out of alignment with who you are meant to be?" A pause, a moment of introspection, and the realization unfurled. It cost you dearly—health and relationships bore the weight of your journey. In the throes of illness, you clung to harmful habits, yearning for better yet reluctant to release the old. The grind of stress, neglect, and self-sacrifice took its toll.   But, oh, the transformation! A shift towards self-love, work/life harmony, and prioritizing your well-being emerged. You no longer bear the burdens of everyone's troubles; you've become the guardian of your own joy. A smile graced

  Dear Me, It's time to face the truth. The truth that you have been avoiding. The truth hiden behind the veil of unworthiness and preceived damage. As your soul.... I'm here to speak my truth....So here it goes..... I just want you to know how special you are. You often look at yourself thinking you made bad decisions in the past. But you didn’t. You experienced situations that made you be you. We all make choices; some we love, others we hate. But that is not a direct reflection of you as a person. Your heart is pure. You do things from a place of love. You have always seen the best in people when others see the worst. You have always been the champion of the underdog because you know what it feels like to be the underdog. You wake up every day with an excitement of what the day holds. You spend your day filling people’s cups. Helping them see their value within themselves. You are the biggest cheerleader. You have always wanted to see people win. You never place judgment o

  Dear Me Can you believe it's been this long since we roamed the hallowed halls of high school, thinking we had life all figured out? Ah, those were the days when adult advice sounded like an ancient language we couldn't be bothered to decipher. I recently faced a room full of high schoolers, and the confidence (or was it cockiness?) in their eyes took me back.   After graduation, I sprinted away from home like it was on fire. College served as a buffer, but by 19, reality slapped me hard. Life's rude awakening was upon me, I lost my mommy. Little did I know, my dear teenage self, that life had a way of pulling back the curtains. I never realized how much my mother shielded me from reality.   At 50, I'm still learning the ropes. Do we ever fully grasp life, or is it meant to be an unpredictable rollercoaster we navigate one day at a time? I wake up each day with 24 hours in my life account, and honestly, stressing about tomorrow's 24 seems pointless. I had

 Hey Me, Well, well, well, look at us, starting the new year with a bang! Our sabbatical turned out to be the eye-opener we didn't know we needed. It was like a crash course in success appreciation, and let me tell you, we've been successful for ages. We were leaping over hurdles left and right, but there was this impatience bug buzzing around us. We were waiting for the grand delivery of our entire vision of peace, happiness, and love. It's like we were waiting for success to arrive like a pizza delivery, and that anticipation has been our companion for a solid two years now. But here's the scoop: success was already hanging out with us, and I was too busy waiting for it to show up like the main act. I was so stuck in society's definition of success that I forgot to throw a party for the small victories. I wasn't giving myself a pat on the back when faced with challenges; instead, I was too fixated on the big picture. My perspective on success needed a makeover

  Dear me. I'm back, and let me tell you, taking a break to do absolutely nothing was like hitting the reset button on my entire existence. It was a much-needed hiatus, a time for my mind, body, and soul to kick back and have a serious pow-wow. Me, lounging on the couch, contemplating life, and finally putting those overworked brain cells on vacation mode.   As I reflected on the past year, it felt like I was flipping through the pages of my own adventure novel. A journey filled with highs and lows, twists and turns. And you know what? It was oddly satisfying. Like that time I went jet skiing in Puerto Rico for the first time on my birthday. Talk about a wild ride!   The guide's only advice? "Go as fast as you can. Speed is your friend." So there I was, cruising through the ocean, hitting waves that made my heart skip a beat. It was a rollercoaster of terror and exhilaration. I'd soar into the air, my heart stopping for a split second, only to crash back d