The Alchemy of Authenticity

On Feeling Whole and Trusting the Unseen

For the longest time, I thought my dream life was something I had to reach for. Something tucked away in a place I hadn’t yet reached—another city, another tax bracket, another version of myself that had finally figured it all out.

But today, I stood in my kitchen, watching the snow fall,
stirring a pot of something warm,
and I felt it.

Joy.