Letters to My Future Self

As I immersed myself in my daily verses, a profound realization washed over me: so often, we resist our own success. Despite our fervent desires to achieve greatness, fear holds us back. We hesitate to fully embrace the version of ourselves we yearn to become. Why do we stand in our own way? It's a paradox—we yearn for success yet fear it. Perhaps it's the level of commitment required that intimidates us. True success demands unwavering dedication, and that can be daunting. But what I've come to understand over the years is that commitment, though challenging at first, becomes easier with practice. The key, I've discovered, is not just committing to the action itself, but committing to ourselves and our own well-being. Take exercise, for example. We all know the euphoric feeling of a good workout, yet we often find excuses to avoid it. If we shift our commitment from the exercise as a mere tool to our own health and vitality—the feeling of waking up pain-free and energi...

  Dear Me, As I sit down to write this letter, I can't help but reflect on the journey that has brought me to this moment. It's a journey marked by struggle, pain, and a relentless pursuit of survival in the face of adversity. Growing up, my life was overshadowed by stress and embarrassment, woven tightly with threads of lack and want. I remember the days when our home was devoid of basic necessities – no lights, scant food, and the constant struggle for water. Washing clothes by hand in the sink became a mundane chore, a reminder of our financial limitations. Even then, I found solace in small acts of self-indulgence, perhaps a subconscious attempt to claim a morsel of joy in a life riddled with deprivation. But amidst the physical hardships, it was the emotional burden that weighed heaviest on my young shoulders. I watched my mother revel in her own world of parties and fleeting pleasures, oblivious to the responsibilities she thrust upon me. I became her caretaker, a role I ...

  Dear Me, Do you ever just ask yourself what you are hungry for? It's a question that often gets lost in the shuffle of daily life. We move through our days with gratitude, acknowledging the blessings we have, yet there's this persistent yearning deep within us. It's a hunger, a craving for something more. Sometimes it's as simple as a hug or a heartfelt "I love you," but more often than not, it's a deeper need that we struggle to identify. As we reflect on our journey, we may come to realize that our needs were often neglected in our formative years. We learned to prioritize the needs of others above our own, becoming proficient caretakers but forgetting how to care for ourselves. It's no wonder we find ourselves unsure of how to tap into our own needs now. Instead of addressing our hunger with mindfulness and intention, we often seek temporary fixes - indulging in food, drink, shopping, or overworking. These distractions may momentarily fill t...

Dear Me, If I could be brutally honest with you, I'd say this: I'm tired. Truly, deeply exhausted. It's like my soul itself is weary, worn out from the constant battles, the endless cycles of giving everything I have only to watch it all crash down, forcing me to pick up the pieces and start over again. I'm just tired, you know? Tired of the fight. Tired of waking up every day and chasing after survival like it's some elusive prey. But then, in the midst of this exhaustion, it hits me like a thunderbolt: what I'm really craving, what I truly desire above all else, is freedom. I long for ease, for that elusive break that never seems to come. I feel like I'm wandering in the wilderness, just like the Israelites did after leaving Egypt. When will I finally reach my promised land? And yet, even when they reached it, they had to fight tooth and nail just to hold onto it. And then, in a moment of clarity, it dawns on me: my prison isn't some external force hol...

 Today marks a pivotal moment in my journey. I stand at the precipice, facing the rage that has been simmering within me. It's time to confront it head-on. This rage, it's about me. It's about feeling like I should be further along, like I've endured so much and yet still find myself grappling with life. I'm tired of feeling unworthy, bored, and stuck in a cycle of misery despite the abundance of good around me. I'm enraged by my own expectations, by the relentless feeling of failure and the constant questioning of my worth. It's infuriating to sit in this place of stagnation, to play small and be the victim when deep down, I know there's a version of me ready to break free, ready to shine. Playing small may have offered a sense of control, but it's suffocating me. The version of me that's ready to go all in, to embrace my gifts and strengths, is pushing to the surface. She's done with waiting for the perfect moment, for everything to fall in...

  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...

  Dear Me,   I hope this letter finds you in a moment of reflection and self-discovery. I see you, the rebellious teenager within, expressing your frustration and longing for something more. It's okay to feel disappointed; life has its way of throwing curveballs that make us question our choices and circumstances.   But here's the beautiful truth: you are not alone. You have yourself, and that is a powerful force. I can feel the intensity of your emotions, and I want you to know that it's okay to embrace them. It's okay to question, to feel the weight of solitude, and to acknowledge that waiting for external validation can be draining.   Yet, in the midst of this introspection, I sense a spark—a rebellious energy that refuses to succumb to the status quo. I love that part of you, the one that says, "F this, I'm going to show the world who I really am." That spirit is a beacon of strength and resilience.   It's heartwarming to witness yo...

  Dear Me,   Today's reflections have unveiled a profound truth about the intricate dance of your life—an unrelenting pursuit, a relentless chase, not of drugs, but of accomplishment and external approval. The pages of your journal have spilled with raw emotions, and I can feel the weight of your longing for validation.   You've been a master at setting and conquering goals, a relentless force in the pursuit of success. Yet, in the wake of each triumph, the elation fades swiftly, leaving you unfulfilled. The missing piece of the puzzle, it seems, has been within you all along—an insatiable craving for self-approval.   Your honesty is striking as you admit to the constant search for external validation, the stress and exhaustion of the unending chase. "I needed to face myself; I needed to accept myself," you declare, a realization echoing with the raw vulnerability of self-discovery.   The external nods of approval have been the fleeting highs, th...

  Hello Gorgeous   Today's reflection delves into the profound revelation that whispers to us when we are ready to listen, a gentle call from the depths of our being that says, "It's time." As I pen down these words, I'm reminded of a journal entry that resonated deeply with the essence of this awakening:   "A part of your calling, of your purpose, is beginning to tell you that you're ready. You couldn't focus on your gifts before because you were too busy trying to stabilize the ship. Rightfully so. There's been a ton of noise and confusion in your life, but now… Balance is being offered to you. Making room for the greater good of what was always meant to be of you. Embrace your strengths, create something beautiful from your flaws."   These words spoke volumes to me, echoing the truth I had been living. For so long, I put aside my desires, my purpose, because survival was the anthem of my days. The cacophony of responsibilities drow...

  Good Morning Gorgeous.   Today, my heart spills over with love for you. As I reflect on the journey we're undertaking, I find myself enveloped in gratitude for the person we are becoming. It's a breathtaking realization to look at you and truly comprehend the depths of our being. This voyage of self-healing and self-discovery is nothing short of extraordinary.   As a healer, someone who has delved into the intricate tapestry of human behavior, I finally turned the gift of understanding onto myself. Growing up amidst profound trauma, I discovered that I had constructed rooms within myself – sanctuaries that offered escape and a sense of safety. In an attempt to shield myself from the tumultuous emotions of my reality, I learned the art of flight, soaring above the depths of what unfolded around me. It became a survival mechanism, a means to avoid truly feeling.   I became adept at not experiencing the world around me, a skill that turned me into a walkin...

  Hey Me,   What a wild ride, right? From the days of wondering where the next meal would come from to slinging pizzas like we were on a secret mission to carb-load the world – life's been nothing short of a rollercoaster.   Remember the struggles? Amidst it all, you made a pact with yourself. A promise to rise above the chaos and embrace that entrepreneurial spirit that's been our ride-or-die ever since.   Those pizza-selling escapades were the bomb! The hustle, the thrill, the cash – and let's not forget the fashion show we unintentionally hosted on those hotel floors. Cute outfits and wads of cash – our unofficial currency.   But oh boy, that incident that made us rethink our pizza empire dreams – talk about a plot twist! It didn't crush us; it just threw us a curveball. And you know us, we can dance our way around anything.   And hey, remember when we dreamt of being a hotshot lawyer with a law firm to rival the cast of Suits? Life c...

  Good morning, beautiful soul,   Oh, what a night it was. A rendezvous with sickness, an unexpected dance with an allergic reaction to medication. It's funny how life throws these curveballs, isn't it? But let me tell you, even in the midst of discomfort, there's a silver lining.   As I lay there, grappling with the aftermath of that allergic episode, something profound happened. It was like a cosmic alignment, an invitation to confront my own shadow. Now, I've been knee-deep in inner child healing and shadow work lately, but this was a whole new level.   Picture this: me, on the couch, feeling miserable, and there it was—the shadow. That sneaky, elusive part of me that usually lurks in the background, deciding to make an appearance when I'm at my lowest. Talk about bad timing, right? But that's the thing about shadows; they don't care about our convenience.   I found myself angry, frustrated—how dare this shadow show up when I'm down an...