To All The Women I Have Been Before
To all the women I have been before, I'm so very sorry I didn't know sooner. About love. Truth. Business. Money, men, sexuality, personal growth, fear, anxiety, trauma.
Thank you for everything. Thank you for doing everything you could to keep me safe. And for allowing me to be fully expressed at each step. Whether I was doing it right or not wasn't the point. You were so powerfully moving through the world without knowing how traumatized you were. What a gift that you made it as far as you did while believing this was just how things were. Not having any clue.
Thank you. I love you. I forgive you. I'm sorry.
To The Woman I Will Be Someday
Thank you for doing all of this work. For being willing to see the truth, for being so patient. I see you. I see you in myself—even more loving and kind. Healed of deep triggers and wounding, knowing who you are. And asking for what you desire.
You gave yourself a fighting chance. And you beat all of the odds. You stepped into your majesty. What a gift. You gave yourself all you needed to unbecome all you never were.
I am so proud of you. I love you.
To The Woman I Am Today
Sitting here in the early morning quiet with my journal. Some coffee, incense, quiet music, and all of these words.
I see how grateful I am. How powerfully gratitude flows for this moment. For today, this time, this place—before the world wakes up. My big to-do list. My strong and healthy body. The work I get to do. The husband I get to love. The coziness of this home. The island I live on. The deep soul friends and family I have connected with. The wisdom I have picked up. The intuition that leads me. The source of all things. The love that never dies, and the path I walk.
I'm so very grateful and humbled by all the people I have met. And the love I receive and give on a daily basis. For those who trust me to take care of them so fully.
And for this timeline—what a ride. This has not been easy or fun always. Yet I can say I would never change even one moment. It would change how I feel right now or who I am today.
The Gift of Knowing Your Own Magnificence
To know your own magnificence is such a gift—because it's not from your ego, but from your heart. To love yourself and all you've been and all you will be is a gift.
For when we truly love ourselves is when we can truly love others. When we love ourselves, we love others without the same judgments we've had for ourselves, without the itty bitty shitty committee taking over & telling us who we are not and who we'll never be.
That's when we can step more fully into who we really are meant to be.
Your Turn: A Love Letter to Yourself Across Time
When was the last time you sat with yourself—really sat with all the versions of you that exist across time?
I invite you to try this practice:
Find a quiet moment. Make it sacred—light a candle or incense and put on music that opens your heart.
Write three love letters:
To the person you were before—the one who didn't know what you know now
To the person you're becoming—the healed, whole version waiting in your future
To the person you are right now—in this exact moment
Be honest. Be tender. Be grateful. Acknowledge the trauma. Honor the survival. Celebrate the unbecoming.
This isn't about toxic positivity or pretending the journey has been easy. It's about recognizing that every version of you—the wounded one, the healing one, the healed one—deserves your love.
Share your experience. If this practice moves you, I'd love to hear about it. Send me a love note or tag me on social media. Let's create a wave of radical self-love together.
Because when we truly love ourselves, we change the world.