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“Wait… are we accidentally outsourcing our friendships?” You know that one friend you always go to for something specific? The one who somehow always knows the best café. The one who can decode relationship drama like it’s their full-time job. The one you text when your kid has a weird rash, your plant is dying, or you need a dinner spot with parking and good chips. And the beautiful thing is, they LOVE being that person for you.

What I do is a living therapy. Not a scheduled hour where you arrive, process, and try to hold it together until next week. Something that meets you in the in-between. Where the work is actually happening.

I used to think I needed to be good at yoga to deserve a place on the mat. Seriously. I’d show up to class and spend half of it in my head - comparing, adjusting, wondering if I looked like I knew what I was doing. Missing the whole point of why I was even there. And honestly? That’s exactly how I was living my life too. Understanding everything. Trying hard. And still somehow convincedI was doing it wrong.