Slower, Wealthier, Happier

Good morning beautiful 💋

Happy June. A new month brings a new opportunity to give yourself grace, to set intentions, and to create experiences that will continue producing for you throughout the rest of the year. As I sat quietly this morning thinking about what I wanted June to represent, I realized this month is about trust. More specifically, it is about trusting myself again. It is about remembering the parts of me that once dreamed freely, followed yummy ideas without overthinking them, and believed that I was capable of creating a beautiful life simply because I existed within it.

There was a time when ideas flowed through me constantly. I was always dreaming, imagining, creating, and believing that life held endless possibilities. I trusted myself enough to try things. I trusted myself enough to change my mind. I trusted myself enough to follow what felt exciting, interesting, and alive. Somewhere along the way, that connection became quieter. Not all at once, but slowly over time. Through experiences, disappointments, fear, and belief systems that taught me to look outside of myself for answers, I gradually stopped trusting what I knew. I did not realize how much of myself I had abandoned until recently.

Last week, a friend and I came across a class that looked interesting and decided to attend together. What I thought would be a quick twenty-minute experience turned into a three-hour class centered around spirituality, intuition, and connection. While the class itself was interesting, something happened that I was not expecting. For the first time in a very long time, I heard myself. Not the version of me shaped by expectations, obligations, fear, or trying to get everything right. I heard the familiar voice of the woman I used to be. The woman who trusted her instincts. The woman who believed her ideas mattered. The woman who felt connected to possibility. It felt like running into a dear friend I had not seen in years and realizing how desperately I had missed her.

As I sat with that experience over the following days, I began to understand something I had not fully acknowledged before. The harm I experienced was not always intentional, but it was still harm. Some of the teachings and beliefs I accepted over the years quietly disconnected me from myself. They taught me to question my instincts, doubt my desires, and second-guess my decisions. They convinced me that trusting myself was dangerous and that the answers always existed somewhere outside of me. The result was that I stopped listening. I stopped believing myself. I stopped trusting that I could make good decisions for my own life. Looking back now, I can see how many choices were filtered through fear rather than confidence and how often I abandoned my own knowing before it ever had a chance to speak.

What surprised me most was realizing how much anger I was carrying. Not the loud kind of anger that announces itself when it enters the room. The quiet kind. The grief-filled kind. The anger that comes from recognizing what you believe was lost. I did not realize how upset I was about the years I spent disconnected from myself. I did not realize how much resentment I carried toward the experiences and beliefs that contributed to that separation. What I know now is that healing did not come from pretending it never happened. Healing came from allowing myself to acknowledge it honestly and then deciding that I no longer wanted to live there. Somewhere along the way, I released the need to stay angry and began making room for something new.

What feels different now is not that I suddenly have all the answers. I don’t. In fact, there are still many areas of my life that I am actively figuring out. What has changed is my willingness to listen. What has changed is my willingness to trust that my thoughts have value and that my desires deserve consideration. I am beginning to understand that self-trust is not about always being right. It is about believing that even when I make mistakes, I can trust myself to navigate what comes next. It is about knowing that my voice belongs at the table of my own life and that my ideas are worthy of being heard.

This month, I want to explore what it means to come home to yourself. Not the version of yourself that other people created. Not the version shaped by fear, disappointment, survival, or obligation. I am talking about the version that remembers who she is. The version that dreams. The version that creates. The version that believes she can learn, adapt, grow, and become. For me, this feels deeply connected to magic. Not magic that lives outside of me. Magic that lives within me. The magic of intuition. The magic of imagination. The magic of hearing your own voice after years of silence and recognizing it instantly when it speaks.

As June begins, I am choosing to believe that reconnecting with myself may be one of the greatest gifts I can give my future. I am grateful for every bit of healing that has brought me back to this place. I am grateful for the work I have done to calm my nervous system enough to hear myself again. Most of all, I am grateful that the woman I thought I had lost was never really gone. She was simply waiting for me to come back and find her. And this month, I plan to listen closely to everything she has to say.

Love,

Your Most Magical Self ✨