Welcome to the Year of Me.    I’ve spent most of my life taking care of everyone else.  The mother hen.  The fixer.  The helper.  The one who shows up, works harder, stays longer, and makes sure everyone else is okay.     And for a long time, I wore that role like a badge of honor.     But somewhere along the way, generosity turned into expectation. Being kind turned into being taken for granted. And being dependable turned into being drained.     I’m tired of being used.  I’m tired of being spoken to with

I’m a middle child, born and raised in that in-between space. The “middle” has always been my point of view—my natural lens on life. And you know what? The more I look around, the more I believe that most things in life really are better somewhere in the middle.   Let’s break it down—from simple to more complex:     WeightExtreme ends of the scale aren’t ideal. Being severely underweight can be just as unhealthy as being severely overweight. Balance—somewhere in the middle—is where strength, energy, and

Life can be tough. These are wild times—uncertain, chaotic, even a little scary. So much of what’s happening around us is out of our hands. The world? Absolutely bananas. Control? Practically non-existent.Stress? Through the roof.Gray hairs? Multiplying like bunnies at a drum circle.       But here’s the one sacred truth in this cosmic carnival:  You still get to choose your vibe. You can’t control the chaos, but you can control how you groove through it. Your mindset.Your attitude.Your reaction when your coffee spills, your kid