Letters to My Future Self

  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

  Dear Remarkable Soul,   Today, I want to share a story that has shaped the very core of who I am—an untold chapter of resilience, love, and the unwavering strength that exists within us.   Picture this: a house filled with echoes of pain, where safety was a distant dream. Growing up, I lived in the shadows of domestic violence, a silent witness to the struggles of my beautiful mother. For seven long years, she bore the weight of physical and verbal abuse at the hands of a man whose charisma belied the darkness within. My stepfather, towering at 6 feet and 260 pounds, cast a menacing shadow over our lives.   Our home became a battlefield, and unpredictability was its cruel commander. Friends were kept at arm's length, and the sanctuary of a peaceful evening was a luxury we never knew. One haunting day, I returned from school to find our world shattered—furniture tossed out of windows, the house demolished, and my mother, the epitome of beauty, bearing the scars of a br

  Hello Beautiful Self,   Oh, what a wild ride today has been! Buckle up because I've got a story for you. So, picture this: I'm cruising through life, thinking I've got it all figured out, when BAM! Reality check, my friend. Today was all about growth and a generous sprinkle of humility.   You know, I've always been that "I got this" kind of person. If there was a problem, I'd tackle it solo, like a lone ranger armed with determination and a touch of stubbornness. But a few weeks ago, the universe decided to send me a wake-up call disguised as a heart-tugging conversation. It was like my soul whispered, "Hey, buddy, maybe it's time to ask for some help."   Now, here's the kicker—I hesitated. Why? Well, there's this tiny, pesky thing called pride, and it made me question what asking for help would look like. I mean, come on, I was practically raised with the mantra, "Thou shall not ask for assistance unless the world

  Dear Me,   Thank you for loving me through thick and thin, through the highs and the lows. Today, as I sit down to pour my heart out in our journal, I find myself emerging from the pile of challenges that have surrounded me in the past few days. It's like I've been navigating through a season of fall in my life, where things are shedding, and change is inevitable.   Oh, the frustration of feeling stuck! It's like trying to climb out of quicksand, isn't it? But here's the thing - I've come to realize that this frustration, this sense of being stuck, is just a precursor to propelling me into the next phase of my journey. It's a bit like the game of Pac-Man I used to play as a child – I can't jump to level 10 without mastering levels 1-9. Life, it seems, is a series of levels to be conquered.   Sure, there are days when I feel a pang of sadness as things I've worked hard to build seem to crumble. It's like watching leaves fall off the

 My Dearest Self, What a sight we are today! A reflection of peace, strength slowly making its grand comeback. As we navigate through the healing process, I can't help but overflow with love and appreciation for the journey we're on. Gratitude has become our daily companion, hasn't it? Today, I find myself basking in the glory of both the grand and the minuscule. Those beautiful everyday moments that sneak in, making us smile, bringing a serene peace to our chaotic world. It's as if the universe is whispering, "Hey, you've got this." Even the challenges and tearful moments have their own special place in my heart. They've molded us, tested our resilience, and heck, sometimes even brought a sassy tear to our eyes. But here we are, standing strong. Let's not forget the incredible people who've shaped our journey. Past or present, family and friends who wrap us in unconditional love, those little humans whose laughter is like music for the soul. A

  Hey Beautiful Soul,   Today, as I stare into the mirror, I'm dishing out gratitude like confetti on Thanksgiving day. Buckle up because we're taking a journey into the depths of my Native American roots, mixed emotions, and a sprinkle of unexpected twists.   Thanksgiving – the day of thanks, right? Well, not for everyone. For many Native Americans, it's more like a harsh reminder of genocide, colonialism, and oppression. Smallpox blankets, Christianity, land grabs – it's a historical cocktail that's hard to swallow. But hey, I've decided to turn this day around, to honor my ancestors and spread some love.   For the past 8 days, I've been on a love bender, reaching out to the people who make my heart do the happy dance. The love I get in return fills up my family and relationship bucket, and let me tell you, it's overflowing with good vibes.   Today didn't go as planned, though. The grand idea was to volunteer, spread joy to those wh

  Dear Incredible Soul,   Today's entry is like a dope slap from your Angels – a reflection on the journey of dependence, frustration, growth, and a sprinkle of humor because, let's face it, life can be a bit of a comedy.   Let's start with gratitude. Your journey has been a rollercoaster, and here you are, expressing frustration. It's okay to feel it, acknowledge it, and then wrap it in a warm blanket of gratitude. Your amazing husband, the one who fills your days with love – what a blessing! The past six years have been a symphony of growth, and you credit him rightly for the melody.   Now, let's talk about the independent you. She's disoriented, confused, maybe even screaming a bit. That version of you loved the self-sufficiency dance, and now it's like she's in a new choreography. It's a different tune, but maybe, just maybe, it's a dance worth learning.   Looking back, you realize your foundation felt a bit shaky, a fear of o