Resilience isn’t just strength—it’s survival. And while it’s shaped us, it’s also exhausted us. After my mom died, people kept telling me how strong I was. But all I could think was: I wish I didn’t have to be.

Instead of praising resilience, remind people they don’t have to be strong. Celebrate their rest as much as their survival. Let them exist without expectation.

Looking back on my childhood, I see the roots of the life I live today. From backyard tents to outdoor commercials, the little moments that come full circle remind me that dreams can become reality. Join me as I reflect on aligning with my childhood passions, breaking free from misalignment, and creating a life I truly love.