Somewhere between learning how to compost properly and realizing that my nervous system prefers quiet mornings, I had a revelation: my energy is not a renewable resource. It’s more like heirloom seeds. Limited. Precious. And absolutely not something I’m scattering on rocky soil anymore. As we step into 2026, I’m officially retiring from the sport…
I went to dinner with a couple of friends this week. My sweet friend looked at me from across the table and told me that I looked peaceful. Glowing with peace. It lead to a conversation about how badly I have been struggling these past 2 years. I feel a bit like my life resembled…
The past couple of weeks, I have found myself at that place of feeling completely and totally overwhelmed with other humans. I have run out of patience…and more importantly, compassion. This happens to me when I am feeling especially pressured by people to be and do all of the things and no one can seem…