If youโre feeling stretched this holiday season between the life youโre leaving and the one youโre stepping into, I hope you give yourself a moment to appreciate whatโs already in your hands. Trust the process. ย Thereโs more there than you think.
Ninety days isnโt much in the grand scheme of life โ but when you show up every single day, even in small ways, it becomes its own kind of transformation.
Honoring the fallen, creating for the living, and staying grateful for every step in between.
Today wasnโt comfortable. But it was needed. It was about trusting the processโand it reminded me that strength isnโt just holding the line. Sometimes itโs knowing when to soften, when to speak up, and when to finally feel what youโve been carrying.
Understanding the path forward doesnโt magically clear the debris inside. Knowing what needs to change doesnโt guarantee the feelings will cooperate. But Iโm learning that this in-between space โ the uncomfortable, chaotic, conflicting middle โ is where real growth happens.
The First Time I Thought of Myself as an Adult During group therapy this week something someone shared brought up a memory I had not thought about in decades. I revisited this memory that shaped how I see myself even now. It was the first time I truly felt like an adult. I was stationed…
Jung said, โUntil you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.โ Our subconscious anchors us โ but sometimes it also traps us.
Art and tattoos give us a healthy way to process emotions โ to explore those empty rooms within us and decide what we want to fill them with.
Sometimes the fire that burns inside us is also what lights the way forward.
Every tattoo has two sides โ the artistโs and the clientโs. One holds the tools, the other carries the story. Together, they form something that neither could create alone.