This week started with a quick but much-needed reset in Florida—warmth, slow mornings, and a little stillness before hitting the road again.
Something Grandma said in passing sparked a reflection that stayed with me: “Anything that happens once will happen twice.” It made me pause and think about patterns, preparedness, and how we respond when life shows us something the first time.
Between state hopping, journaling in the quiet hours, and catching tiny signs from the universe, I finally found the words to describe what I do—and who I do it for.
Sometimes the clarity we’ve been searching for only arrives when we slow down long enough to hear it.
