Honest storytelling as a form of healing.

Category: Real life

  • Season is not the only thing changing

    Season is not the only thing changing

    This shift in life hit different.

    Not because anything magical happened but because I did.

    I woke up and felt that click… that quiet, steady “enough is enough” rising in my chest.

    I’m entering this new birth year where I stop talking about becoming her

    and actually become her 

    the version of me who trains with intention,

    who feeds her body like she’s building something sacred,

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    who listens to her spirit before she listens to the world.

    Oats and bananas to keep me moving.

    New Sneakers to help guide my new momentum

    Apps lined up like soldiers.

    My mat waiting like an altar.

    And my mind?

    Locked the heck in.

    This isn’t a “new year, new me.”

    This is a rebirth forged in discipline, devotion, and a little bit of divine rage.

    The soft kind that pushes you forward, not breaks you down.

    I’m done shrinking.

    I’m done settling.

    I’m done pretending I don’t know what I’m capable of.

    I’m stepping into the most trying, most revealing,

    and most transformative year of my life 

    on purpose, with purpose, and for myself.

    If you see me glowing differently,

    just know:

    I worked for that.

  • What’s Your Determination

    What’s Your Determination

    I literally could have not been here anymore, and since then, it’s not a lie that I’ve questioned the reason for me to still be here.

    Two years ago, life changed. I may seem to mention this allot at times, but for me, it was a culmination of something that truly has changed me forever.

    But these two years… they’ve shown me things I might’ve never seen if I hadn’t stayed.

    I watched my youngest son graduate college. My oldest daughter walk the stage for high school(being Top 20 thank you very much).

    My oldest son marry the love of his life. And my little one? She sang her first solo fearless, radiant, finding her voice.(plus I get the pleasure of hearing her sing all of Hamilton around the house all at the age of 12)

    And then there’s me.

    Once an avid runner. Ten miles used to feel like meditation. Then the accident came and so did the silence. The first year, I couldn’t run. The second, I could… but I didn’t. Life and I wrestled, and running became a ghost.

    But today  I laced up again. Not for speed. Not for distance. For me.

    And how am I feeling?

    Grateful. Shaky. Emotional. Human. Alive.

    Because determination isn’t about how fast you move it’s about not letting your spirit stand still.

  • October Journal Challenge: The First Three 

    The start of October feels like the perfect time to lean into reflection. I’ve been following my own journal challenge, where each day has a simple but powerful prompt.

    These first three days have already opened me up to truths I needed to face.

    October 1: Weather and Mood

    The day was cold, and everything about it felt heavy. I wasn’t the only one who noticed the energy seemed to press down on everyone around me. My daughter and son both said the day felt rough, which only confirmed the weight in the air.

    The weather mirrored my mood, leaving me sluggish and low. It reminded me how deeply the outside world can sink into my body and spirit.

    What is this season calling you to?

    October 2: A Habit to Change My Mornings

    When I thought about small habits, journaling stood out. I know that if I begin my mornings with even a few lines on paper, I can reset my mindset. Writing helps me see the bigger picture, and it connects me back to the dream I have of becoming a journal therapy specialist.

    I may not know the official name of that role yet, but I know what it means to me. This practice can shift my mornings from chaotic to intentional, from reactive to proactive.

    October 3: Letting Go This Fall

    This fall, I am letting go of doubt. I am releasing the belief that my dreams are too big or out of reach. The truth is, the future is uncertain and that scares me. But I cannot carry fear and faith at the same time. If I want to grow,

    I have to choose courage. I want these last three months of the year to be proof that I can stay focused, keep showing up, and achieve what I set out to do.

    These first three days of October reminded me that reflection doesn’t have to be perfect or long. It just has to be honest.

    The weather, the habits, the letting go all of it adds up to small steps that shape the bigger picture.

    If you’re walking through your own season of change, maybe these prompts can open a door for you too.

  • Routine

    Alarm goes off. 

    Open Eyes.

    Stretch.

    Ache.

    Wanting to stay,

    But must go.

    Clothes waiting

    Maybe

    If not 

    Trying not wear the same thing twice

    One leg

    Then the other

    Zipper

    Shoes

    Our own made armor 

    On our way 

    Start the mundane

    Punch in 

    Steps all seems the same 

    Break 

    Breathe

    Take a bite

    Clock back in

    Shift finally over 

    Head home 

    Try to decompress 

    Yet chaos slips in 

    to mess with the straight lines

    Finally sleep 

    Only to repeat it all again

    So when they ask

    “How’s Life?” 

    What’s your answer? 

  • Deep Breathe In and Exhale

    It’s been a whirlwind of a year, but maybe that’s the best way to begin because life rarely slows down long enough for us to catch our breath.

    For as long as I can remember, I’ve been everything to everyone. A caretaker, a listener, a supporter, a provider of strength. And while I’ve carried those roles with love, I often forgot the one person who needed me most, myself.

    This space, this blog, is my way of taking myself back.

    Of saying out loud that I am more than what others need from me. I am a whole being in the middle of becoming, learning how to live in the quiet lines between giving and receiving, between surviving and actually living.

    Here I’ll share my reflections, my poetry, my struggles, and the messy truths of finding myself again.

    I know I’m not alone in this there are others walking this same path, whispering the same reminder: that we deserve to be here for ourselves, too.

    So welcome to Lines Between Living. It’s not a perfect path, but it’s a real one. And I hope that somewhere in my words, you find pieces of your own story.