.... and in everyone's weakness, you find their strength.

“Hi… it’s me. The tiny human version of you. Yeah, the one you tried to upgrade like an old phone app.” Listen… healing isn’t you becoming some hyper-optimized, green-juice-drinking, 5am-waking spiritual ninja. Healing is you… finally answering my calls. Because while you’ve been out there trying to become someone new, I’ve just been here like: “Cool… but can we maybe cry for 7 minutes and then eat something fun?” You don’t heal by deleting me or fixing me. You heal by realizing I never needed fixing… just a bit more attention and way less “I’ll deal with this later.” Also… quick note: That “later”? It turned into emotional interest. You’re now paying it back in overthinking installments. 💸 Here’s the reminder though… I’m not fragile. I’m actually the most emotionally honest friend you’ve ever had. No stories or narratives. Just vibes and truth. So when you feel random sadness? That’s me sending a meeting request. When you feel joy for no reason? That’s me throwing a surprise party. When you want to rest but push through anyway? That’s me filing a complaint with your nervous system. Healing is not a glow-up. It’s a reunion. You sitting down with me and saying: “Okay… what do you need?” And me replying: “Honestly? Less pressure. More presence. And maybe… snacks.” So today, instead of trying to become a “better version” of yourself… Try becoming a kinder roommate to the small human living inside you. I've been rooting for you this whole time. 🫶 Signed: the little You ▶️ Note from writer: if you read it and felt it, leave a comment writing a short answer to your inner child and, if possible, post a photo of the little you or some object or place that symbolizes them.

Hi 🙏 I made a prayer to know where to go to live, and I received "Sedona" several days in a row. There's Aaron’s event there in early June that interests me, and I would really like to go because I believe it's part of my journey. 🙏 So I have a few questions if you don't mind: 1. Do you know of any good places to stay, friendly hosts who could welcome me and help me with affordable accommodation and transportation? (I am manifesting now to become debt-free and to have enough money) Also, I have a three-year-old daughter, so I could try leaving her with friends who would take her to school in France (if she's willing, since she always sleeps with me), but that would mean a very short trip. If I have to take her, do you know of any safe childcare options with an alternative viewing method? (Screen-free, sugar-free if possible) Thank you. 🙏💓 Peace and love

For me, accepting myself—and especially my body—and truly loving it has been a huge threshold. One I still sometimes stumble over, in unexpected moments, when the mirror feels just a bit too honest or old thoughts quietly resurface. https://youtu.be/EvVgeh6uCj4?is=Taac5YMhepMa1FzR And yet… my soul chose this body as its vessel in this life. A home for experience, for feeling, for growth. And my life has often chosen food as comfort, as a kind of softness in moments when words or closeness were absent. That combination meant I didn’t always love myself, especially not in the mirror, where I sometimes reduced myself to something that seemed “not enough” by the standards of the world. But there were also people who helped me see differently. Who allowed me to feel what acceptance is. And even compassion for this body of flesh and blood. A body that is soft, just like my soul. That sometimes falters, yet keeps going. I also learned to wrap myself in fabrics and clothing that became an extension of who I am—my boho, hippie soul that expresses itself through color, softness, and freedom. Not to hide anything, but to let myself breathe into who I am. Dopamine dressing, for me, didn’t become a trendy phrase, but a quiet shift in how I began to approach myself. It’s not about wearing “nice clothes” because it’s expected or because something needs correcting, but about consciously choosing fabrics, colors, shapes, and combinations that touch something within me. Something that softens my mood, calms my nervous system, or ignites a small spark of life. Clothing then becomes not a mask, but a translation of my inner world. In my case, this is very naturally connected to my boho nature. Flowing fabrics that move with my body instead of restricting it. Tones that ground me, and sometimes colors that awaken something in me I had briefly lost. Prints and textures that don’t need to be perfect, but that live, breathe, exist. Clothing that doesn’t try to correct me, but supports how I want to feel in that moment.