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Why do "Assholes" Live Longer and the Good Die Young? There’s this saying I’ve heard more than once in my life—“the good die young.” And on the flip side, we all seem to know someone who treats people poorly, does whatever they want, whenever they want, without a second thought for others—and somehow, they’re thriving. Living long, loud, and without apology. It can feel maddening, right? So why does it seem like the selfish ones live longer while the kind ones burn out early? I’ve been sitting with this question lately—not just from a place of frustration, but as someone who walks the line every day between giving and depletion, between holding space for others and needing someone to hold space for me. And I’ve come to this: It’s about desire. And it’s about energy. The "Asshole" Archetype: Desire Without Guilt Let’s break it down. The so-called “asshole” is typically someone who puts themselves first. They prioritize their needs. They ask for what they want, take u...

You’re Not Meant to Do This Life Alone.  It’s Okay to Ask for Help.  For a long time, I thought I had to carry it all on my own. Like asking for help was a weakness or a sign I wasn’t doing enough, being enough, strong enough. I know now that couldn’t be further from the truth. We all need support. Life is overwhelming sometimes. There are so many roles to play—mother, aunt, partner, friend, businesswoman, daughter. And in between, we’re trying to hold ourselves together while also trying to grow, heal, and figure out who we are in the process. One of the best decisions I ever made was saying yes to support. Saying yes to having a coach. To someone holding space for me, not to fix me, but to walk with me. Someone who could help me clear the noise and listen to the voice inside that already knew the way. It gave me  clarity . It gave me  accountability . And most of all—it gave me  permission  to put myself first. There’s something powerful about being seen,...

Death Waits Quietly There’s a quiet kind of love that lives in the space between life and death. It’s not loud or dramatic. It’s steady, sacred, and deeply human. I’ve had the honor of walking beside souls as they prepare to leave this world, and it’s in those raw, stripped-down moments that truth shows itself. Years ago, during my time working in palliative care, I was called to sit with a soul nearing the end. His decline had been slow but steady. That evening, he barely moved. His breathing was shallow, his energy soft and distant, as if he were already halfway gone. I sat by his bed, held his hand, and offered a few quiet words. I thought it was the last time I’d see him. When I returned two days later, I expected his room to be empty. But there he was—sitting up, eating a bowl of soup. Present. Alive. Awake. It wasn’t his time. That moment stays with me. Because it reminded me that death doesn’t follow our timelines. No matter what the charts say or how the body appears, death com...

Your Body is Part of the Healing, Too Over the past couple of years, I’ve become really good at holding space for myself mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Life has thrown its share of challenges—some big, some subtle—and I’ve learned how to sit with my emotions, to feel through the grief, to make peace with what I can’t control. I’ve become good at healing and dealing, at catching my thoughts before they spiral, at understanding the deeper spiritual meaning behind things. But something came up recently that humbled me. A lesson I thought I knew but hadn’t fully integrated: Your body is part of the healing, too. It’s so easy—especially when you’re in the work of emotional or spiritual growth—to forget about the body. To get caught up in cycles of mental processing and emotional awareness, while forgetting that the body is nature. It has its own rhythm. Its own memory. Just because I’ve worked through something emotionally doesn’t mean my body has. The body holds on. It keeps the s...

From A 'House' to A 'Home' : Creating My Space, My Way There’s something incredibly powerful about starting fresh—not from rock bottom, but from a place of clarity. I didn’t “lose” a home in my divorce. I let go of a house that no longer felt like one. I never imagined I’d be starting over like this. Not after 20 years of building a life, a home, a family. Divorce wasn't part of the plan—but then again, life doesn’t always ask us before it turns everything upside down. For years, I lived in a space that checked all the boxes on paper. But inside, it felt off. It was filled with the weight of expectations, routines that didn’t nourish me, and walls that quietly echoed a version of life I had outgrown. The truth is, I had been living in a house, not a home. Fast forward to today, and things look a whole lot different. I’ve created a space that’s completely mine. It’s not about square footage or decor perfection. It’s about warmth, energy, and peace. It's about thr...

  For the Women Walking Alone (But Who Were Never Meant To) There’s something happening right now. A shift. Women are carrying so much—kids, careers, relationships, emotions—and still showing up like it's all fine. But a lot of us are  not  fine. Especially moms. Especially single moms. Especially women going through transitions—divorce, heartbreak, burnout, postpartum. Let’s talk about it. Postpartum Is Not Just About Diapers We’re told that postpartum lasts 6 weeks. But the truth? It can take  years  to feel like yourself again. You're not just healing a body—you’re integrating a whole new identity. Your hormones are all over the place, you're sleep-deprived, and your world has flipped upside down. And if you don’t have a strong support system? That lack hits deep. No one’s showing up with food. No one’s holding the baby while you shower. No one’s asking how  you  are. It’s a lot. And it's lonely. Where’s the Village? We’ve all heard “it takes a vill...