I’ve always loved peace.
Stability.
Security.
There’s comfort in the familiar — a soft blanket for the soul. For most of my life, I stayed nestled right there. Safe. Steady. Predictable.
But comfort, it turns out, has a quiet cost.
Last year, I decided to stop paying it.
For my birthday, I gifted myself something I’d dreamed about since seeing it on Oprah nearly two decades ago — a solo trip to Miraval Spa in Tucson, Arizona. ✨🌵
The morning I left, I questioned everything.
Was this a mistake?
Would I feel lonely?
Awkward? Bored?
And then a different question appeared…
So what?
So I got on that plane.
And what unfolded was nothing short of transformative.
🌞 What Happened When I Stepped Away
At Miraval, I slowed down.
I exhaled.
I showered outdoors under desert sky — greeted once by a curious little lizard friend. 🦎💛
I meditated.
Practiced archery.
Took private classes.
Floated. Sweated. Rested.
Disconnected from my phone (mostly 😅).
I met people who didn’t know my story — only my presence in that moment.
And I re-met someone I hadn’t spent time with in far too long:
Me.
I didn’t feel lonely.
I felt free.
That trip cracked something open.
🎨 Creativity Needs Courage
This year, I kept stepping forward.
I formed my LLC.
Built my website.
Released my digital art into the world — designs rooted in authenticity, courage, and the beauty of being real.
And then… I did the scariest thing yet.
I shared a poem.
One I wrote from the deepest, most vulnerable place.
My poetry is my quiet reprieve, something I’ve kept private since I was fourteen.
Not only did I post it —
I read it aloud and hit publish on TikTok.
I watched myself.
Critiqued myself.
Wanted to delete it.
But instead, I chose bravery.
And I posted it anyway.
That night, I cried — not from embarrassment, but from release.
A letting-go of the fear of judgment.
A soft surrender to being seen.
It was a moment of becoming.
💫 A Promise to Myself — And to You
Not once have I regretted stepping outside my comfort zone.
I don’t have all the answers.
I’m still learning, stretching, fumbling, rising.
But here’s what I know for certain:
Magic doesn’t live in the comfort zone.
It lives in the stretch.
In the leap.
In the brave little “what if?”
I hope you’ll take a leap, too — even a tiny one.
If you need a bit of courage, check out my TikTok reading (link at the Botton of the page).
If I can do it, truly… so can you.
✨ Here’s to growth, grace, and the gorgeous mess of becoming. ✨
Love, Peace, and Authenticity,
