I'm great at telling myself what to do—terrible at actually doing it. At 42, I can give away everything and move to a new country without blinking, but trying a new restaurant solo? That feels like moving a mountain. My cousin Mirella called me out: "HOW are you making change happen? What actions are you actually taking?" I had no answer. Just more research, more plans, more knowing. That's when I realized I needed structure for the doing part—something simple enough that I couldn't overthink my way out of it. Enter: my 3 Things a Week framework. Three small actions from seven areas of life. No perfection required. Just consistent movement toward the woman I'm becoming. Because here's the truth: we all know what we need to do. The gap isn't in the knowing—it's in the doing. And that gap? That's where this framework lives.

Fear almost always arrives wearing the mask of wisdom, promising to protect me from this world of disappointment. But I'm learning that what it actually guards against is life itself—the beautiful, sometimes messy experience of being alive. When I let fear make my choices, I trade the possibility of deep connection for the guarantee of shallow safety.

What I found was that my focus was on NONE of the areas of my life. I was in survival mode, on the verge of giving up. But sometimes all it takes is one spark—in my case, a life wheel I discovered while traveling—to begin the work of becoming who you're meant to be.

When I landed in Spain, I instantly felt the weight fall from my chest. I walked into my Airbnb and was elated when I saw the ocean view. It was as if the external beauty was finally matching something that was shifting internally—a readiness to receive healing instead of just surviving it.

Heart healing requires me to slow down. To take time to journal in the sun on my terrace, while drinking Evian water. It involves compassion to come to peace with the feeling of disappointment after a divorce and multiple failed relationships. Healing requires me to dispel the stories and fill them with truth.

Heart-centered living requires me to honor my energy as sacred and prioritize my joy. I'm learning to notice when conversations, environments, or even my thoughts move me from peace to anxiety. I permit myself to follow joy and the beauty of life. Something I have not done.

"I couldn't take it anymore. As I walked back to the bed, I begged God to keep me from losing my mind."

In London, my nervous system was completely shot. I was waking up multiple times a night, my edges were falling out, and panic had become a regular part of my day. Then came that breaking point night—loose bowels, racing mind, and a desperate Google search that changed everything.

That search taught me I was stuck in fight or flight mode and desperately needed to regulate my nervous system. What followed was a journey from the chaos of London to the healing shores of Barcelona, where I discovered that peace isn't just possible—it's learnable.

Today, 133 days into my meditation practice and running my own company, I'm sharing the exact tools that pulled me out of panic and into purpose. Because this isn't just my story—it's a roadmap for anyone ready to choose clarity over chaos.

Continue reading to discover the 5 simple practices that saved my nervous system and how you can start using them today...

You're not starting over—you're moving forward in alignment. Empowering words for women over 38 who are ready to choose themselves and trust their timeline."

"The air in my apartment began to feel thin. I thought I needed some air, but as I walked to the window to open it, I felt lightheaded and my heart began to race. Immediately, I knew I needed more than to open a window as the feeling started to intensify into panic."

What started as a difficult season in London became the catalyst for my greatest breakthrough. When anxiety had me questioning everything - my choices, my path, even my faith - I discovered that healing isn't just about surviving the storm. It's about learning to honor your energy as sacred, follow what lights you up, and trust that even in the darkest moments, God is moving you toward something beautiful.

From panic attacks to prioritizing joy, this is the story of how unrelenting faith taught me to choose healing over merely surviving.

I sat on the velvety dark blue couch of my London flat, watching another layer of skin fall off of me like dandruff falling out of a dry scalp. My energy has been all over the place as of late because I've been projecting my unbelief. God is teaching me lessons that I'd rather skip than have to repeat for the third, fourth or maybe more time.

As anxiety tightened its grip, I began reading The Art of Life by Ernest Holmes. These words on the page immediately penetrated my soul and seeds began to take root...

I rode the bus home from salsa lessons with a heart gaping for companionship and a man to rub his hand on my back and kiss my forehead as I lay my head on his shoulder. It wasn't an unusual feeling as the lonely bug had been riding me for weeks like a first-place surfer at the Quicksilver Jaws Big Wave Challenge. Unlike Atlanta, London unfolds like a living romance novel—lovers with fingers intertwined like delicate vines, parents guiding wobbling bicycles while children's laughter dances on the wind, and couples stealing kisses that linger in the misty air as you navigate the brisk cement sidewalks.