Sometimes life is like jazz—a little messy, improvised, unpredictable. There’s a rhythm, but it’s not always easy to catch. One minute, you’re on top, building, constructing your dreams and your life step-by-step. The next, you’re forced to tear it all down, go back to square one, and find a new way. But that’s where the beauty of the journey lies. We’re here to flex, to stretch, to grow, and yes, sometimes to start over. It’s about trusting that wherever we land, there’s a p

So, the U.S. election didn't go the way I wanted, but I'm oddly feeling quite relieved. Maybe in a couple of weeks, I'll figure out why,...

When I started writing this, we are a week away from a reset with the election of Kamala Harris as the 47th (11=2=balance) president of the United States of America. With her election we will be moving out of the rule of toxic masculinity and stepping into the season of divine feminine energy. It’s time to stop talking about who we are and doing unnecessary shit for the sake of being busy, and just be who we are, one story with two sides. Talking is hot and cold air creating