DISCOVER YOUR AUTHENTIC SELF

The Run That Became a Victory Lap   This morning I ran my usual pre-sunrise route.   Cold, dark, perfect.   Then one sentence from a client flashed across my mind:   “On our second date he smiled and said: ‘I’m usually just the catalyst in relationships.”   My legs didn’t slow.   They accelerated .   Not away from danger.   Toward my own power .   Because in that moment I understood:   He just handed me the greatest gift a man can give a woman who is ready to rise: the truth,

The Day I Finally Breathed Underwater   Freedom, for me, is the exact moment I learned to dive.   Twelve metres down, regulator in my mouth, heart hammering against my ribs, eyes wide open in turquoise silence.   I realised I could breathe in a place that once felt impossible.   That was the same feeling I had the morning the divorce was final:   I can breathe again. And I no longer need anyone’s permission. Brené Brown’s Voice in My Head   Brené Brown has been my quiet compa

The Run Before Dawn This morning, November 25, 2025, I ran through the dark streets while the city was still asleep.   My footsteps echoed, my breath burned, and one sentence kept repeating with every stride:   Why do we women so often choose love for others over love for ourselves — no matter the country, the culture, the century? The Global Truth    It is not a Dutch problem.   It is not a Western problem.   It is a woman problem — worldwide.   From the moment we are littl

A Quiet Reflection with Bobbie    This morning, as Bobbie and I strolled along the leaf-strewn path under a sky that felt both heavy and hopeful, carried a question that has lingered in my mind for weeks — why do we insist we have no expectations in relationships, only to find them lurking around every corner, shaping our joys and shattering our peace?   Bobbie paused to sniff a fallen acorn, utterly present in the moment, and I wondered if he, too, ever grapples with the inv

Bobbie and the Pause This morning, while walking along the quiet path where the autumn leaves were falling gently around us, Bobbie suddenly stopped mid-step, stood perfectly still with his ears lifted toward the sky, and listened to a silence so deep that it seemed to hold the entire world, and in that moment, I found myself asking both him and the part of me that never stops moving — why do I keep running when the path is wide open and the air is calm? The Pattern of Speed

Bobbie and the Silence   This morning, Bobbie didn’t chase.  He just sat.  Head on my knee.  Two voices spoke:    Singer: “You are not the thoughts. You are the one aware of them.”   Tolle: “The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation, but your thoughts about it.”     I asked:  Who is watching this pain — right now?   The Aftermath  You leave a long, toxic marriage.  You think: “I’m free.” Then the floor drops.   Your children  — strangers wearing your eyes.  Your