wellness

Wellness is more than a healthy body. It’s the practice of meeting ourselves with grace and self‑compassion, again and again. When our bodies change. When we numb instead of feel. When we look in the mirror and recoil. When we feel like we take up too much space. When regret weighs heavy. When we’re overwhelmed, disconnected, in pain, exhausted, running on fumes.

Grace is not the reward for getting it right. It’s the way through.

I’ve received some clear signals from my body—nothing dramatic on its own, but together they asked for my attention. Not panic. Not shame. Attention. What emerged from listening was a gentler, more nourishing relationship with my body. I discovered a way of eating that feels supportive and sustainable, and for the first time in a long while, care feels like devotion instead of discipline.

I’m not ignoring the warning lights. I’m tending to myself more deliberately: more movement, more stretching, more breath, more stillness. Less stress. Less urgency. Less punishment. I’m showing up with intention—but also with kindness.

When I miss the mark, I offer compassion. When I lose my way, I ask for help. When the road feels long, I remember how far I’ve already come.

This is what wellness looks like for me now. Not perfection. Not control. Not relentless striving.

Grace. Self‑compassion. Listening.

That’s the path. Who’s walking it with me?