The MyPeacein50 Blog

Every year, without fail, something happens to me during the last week of December.

It’s not subtle.

I wake up with an almost irresistible urge to clean out all the things. Closets. Cabinets. Drawer...

“The most wonderful time of the year.”

That phrase can feel painfully out of sync when your calendar is overflowing, your nervous system is already stretched thin, and the unspoken expectation is tha...

Last week, I wrote about how music and sound can reconnect us to our truest selves — how a single lyric or vibration can bring us home in an instant. This week, I’m turning the volume inward. If sound...

I have a confession to make. One night, sitting around the dinner table at a friend’s house, we got into one of those unexpectedly deep conversations — the kind that starts casually and ends up somewh...

Last week, I wrote about gratitude — how it’s not about ignoring reality, but about noticing what still holds us when life gets hard. This week, I’ve been thinking a lot about where I feel that holdin...

It’s November. The time of year when pumpkins get replaced with turkeys, and inboxes fill with reminders about the power of gratitude. We’re told it boosts our mood. That it’s a scientifically backed ...

Last week, I wrote about what it means to hold your north — to stay anchored in purpose in a world that often feels loud, reactive, and divided. We explored how tuning into our values, and not just th...

 Mornings and I have had a complicated relationship.

For years, I’ve heard about the magic of morning routines — how the most successful people wake up before dawn, drink lemon water, journal for 30 ...

Last week, in our #MyPeacein50 series, we explored how stretching — literal and metaphorical — can help us gently reclaim a sense of worthiness. We gave our bodies permission to move, open, soften, an...

Last week, I explored how walking helps me come back into my body — not as exercise, but as a return. A return to the rhythm of my breath, the softness of birdsong, the steadiness of my steps. That pr...

This week, as I continue easing into #MyPeacein50, I’m turning toward something many of us tend to rush past — the moment our bodies start screaming at us.

Last week, my husband and I took a bucket l...

There’s something energizing and hopeful about beginnings. I was that kid who couldn’t wait for the first day of school — new notebooks, sharp pencils, and a clean slate. There’s a quiet magic in star...