Today was 70 degrees—warm enough to feel kissed by the sun, but cool enough to stay breezy. The kind of weather that mirrors my mood: not too much, not too little… but just right.
I wore white & cream linen—loose & light. An outfit that felt like air, like freedom. I didn’t do much today, but I didn’t need to. My spirit needed the softness. My soul needed the quiet.
Lately, I’ve been reflecting on how far I’ve come. And truthfully… I’m in awe. Every obstacle, every delay, every unknown—I survived it all with grace. I didn’t fold. Even in my lowest moments, the universe, my ancestors, & my spirit guides always sent help. Earth angels showed up. Signs & synchronicities led the way. The storms couldn’t break me.
It’s humbling to know I’ve been protected the entire way. Things that should have broken me only carved out more space for solitude. I’ve stayed true to myself. I’ve remained soft in a world that tried to harden me. And that’s a quiet kind of strength not many will understand.
I realized: I’m not lucky. I’m favored.
This season of my life is about peace, clarity, & joy. My daughter keeps me grounded. My resilience keeps me going. And my spirit team? They don’t play about me. I’m covered from every angle.
Tonight, I’m ending my day with a bowl of weekend pasta, three chapters of You, & a slice of chocolate cake—to remind myself of the sweetness of life & the luxury of stillness.
To anyone reading this: trust the process. You’re stronger than you think. And if you’re in the rainstorm, just know… your sunshine is coming.
Viva la vida, My Friends🫶🏾👑
