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The last days of November always feel quieter. The air is cooler, the sunlight softer, the rhythm slower. The rush of fall fades into something still — a breath before winter settles in. I’ve been thinking about how this month has felt. A mix of waiting and gratitude, of healing…

I’ve always loved beginnings. The start of a new season, a fresh journal, the first day of something that holds possibility. And I’ve always celebrated endings — the sense of closure, of completion, of tying up loose ends. But what no one talks about is how much of life happens in…

There’s a quiet shift that happens this time of year. The air cools, the light softens, and the world begins to slow. The days grow shorter, and something inside us seems to mirror that rhythm — a gentle pull inward. For a long time, I used to fight this change….

For a long time, I thought rest was something you earned — something you got to do after finishing everything on your list. I thought rest meant doing nothing. Sleeping. Taking a day off. Collapsing only when you had no energy left. But I’ve learned that real rest is so…

Waiting can be one of the hardest places to live. It’s the space between what you long for and what you hold, where each day feels both full and empty all at once. Infertility has taught me that waiting isn’t just about time passing — it’s about learning how to…

There’s a sacred kind of peace that exists in the early hours – before the notifications, before the noise, before the rush of responsibility. It’s in those quiet, unhurried moments that I feel most grounded, most myself. Slow mornings weren’t always natural for me. I used to wake up already…

Hope used to look different to me. It used to be bright and loud – full of plans, countdowns and lists. It looked like positive pregnancy tests I dreamed of seeing, like nursery Pinterest boards, like “maybe next month.” But when you’ve been walking through infertility for a while, hope…

Home is more than four walls – it’s where our hearts rest, where we exhale after long days, where we begin again when life feels uncertain. For me, home has become a place of healing. During seasons of grief, waiting, and infertility, I’ve noticed how much my environment affects my…

Gratitude looks different when life doesn’t unfold the way you expected it to. It’s not always loud or overflowing; sometimes it’s quiet, hesitant and tender. It lives in the small corners of ordinary days – the warmth of a mug, the comfort of a text from someone who understands, the…

The holidays are often painted as the most joyful time of year – full of family gatherings, traditions, laughter and celebration. But when you’re walking through infertility, the holidays can also feel complicated. They carry a different kind of weight. What used to be simple moments – decorating the tree,…