If you got flowers yesterday, I love that for you. Truly. And if you didn’t, I have a different idea. Buy your own. There’s something quietly empowering about walking into a store, picking out a bouquet you love, and placing it on your own table. Not because no one else would. Not because you’re proving something. But because you can. And because you’re worth the beauty. “Buy your own damn flowers” isn’t about independence in a hardened way. It’s not about rejecting love or pretending we...

Stepping away doesn’t mean escaping life. It means entering a space where nothing is being asked of you, and noticing what rises when the mental load is set down. It starts with the drive. I turn up the music, really loud and sing without reservation. I arrive early to be sure I have time to get settled in and grounded before the others arrive. We always stay by the ocean. You can smell the salt in the air and see the waves crashing on the shore. And then, there’s a deep breath. For some of...

It often starts the same way. My client is describing a moment that caught them off guard, a conversation, an interaction, a decision they wish they had handled differently. As they talk, I can hear the frustration underneath the words. They replay what was said, what they wanted to say, and what they wish they had done instead. Eventually, they pause and say something like, “It all happened so fast.” And that’s often the most important part of the story. Not what was said. Not who was right....