A Letter to My Younger Self
A love letter to the girl I used to be — the one who never stopped hoping, even when no one held her.
10 Lessons for My Younger Self (Reflections Before Turning 44)
As I turn 44 soon, I’ve realized that growth isn’t always bright and joyful — sometimes it’s quiet, uncomfortable, and sacred. These are the ten lessons I’d share with my younger self, the girl who once feared the shadows but now understands they were her guides all along.
Grateful for My Visitors Across Borders
Just a little thank you note to my lovely visitors!
What My Husband’s Stroke Taught Me about Strength, Love and Gratitude
When life changes in an instant, everything you once took for granted becomes sacred. My husband’s stroke taught me that even smallest moments — walking, breathing, taking a shower — are gifts. Through heartbreak, I learned to build again, to find my strength, and to never stop being grateful for life itself.
The Space Between Work and Home: What I Learned When I Finally Let Go.
I thought quitting my job would mean losing myself. Instead, it became the doorway to everything I’d forgotten — my home, my art, my family, and the quite spaces that truly matter. In between work and home, I found healing, self-worth, and the courage to create again.
The Sunset Dream That Spoke Through My Dream.
I had a dream before my husband’s stroke — a sunset, a new place, my daughter, and a boy. Back then I didn’t know what it meant. Now I see it was preparing my heart for what was to come.
I Booked the Trip Anyway
Unemployed. Caregiving. Exhausted. Still, I booked the trip anyway —because joy shouldn’t need permission, and rest shouldn’t have to wait for the perfect moment.