A deeply personal story about crystals, intuition, synchronicity, and learning to let go. After losing a beloved bag of meaningful crystals and tokens following a trip to Mexico, I searched everywhere—until, nine months later, it unexpectedly appeared while I was packing for another trip. The timing felt like more than coincidence. It became a reminder that sometimes we don't need to keep searching for what we think we've lost. Sometimes we need to trust, stay aligned, and be ready to receive what finds its way back to us.

A reflection on the moments when people respond to what they think you mean instead of what you actually said, and what those moments can teach us about ourselves, assumptions, and curiosity.

Whether its mercury in retrograde messing with your tech, feeling misunderstood in a social situation, or having crusty feet that make you insecure for no reason other than mindreading the general public I hope you remember this and give yourself grace that a lot of little things add up AND give yourself perspective about your reaction. 

A reflection on the small habits we inherit from our parents, the ways they continue to shape us, and what legacy really means beyond the milestones.

I didn’t realize at the time how something as simple as wearing a patch for my vision could shape the way I learned to see myself, my family, and what was allowed to be remembered or shared.

I couldn’t see the big E on the chart. In one year, I went from fine to almost legally blind. What I didn’t realize was how much that moment would later reflect the way I learned to see myself, others, and the world around me.

I feel drained playing 3D chess while other people play checkers… and she said, ‘But what if you weren’t playing a game?

“Go introduce yourself and ask if they want to play.”
A simple moment at the park turned into a reflection on how we teach kids connection, and what happens when we expect it without modeling it.

For years, “live like you’re dying” meant doing more, faster. But what if real presence—not urgency—is the truest way to live? A reflection on unnoticed narratives, mindfulness, and learning to slow down.

Sometimes “please don’t touch me” is a boundary. Sometimes it’s avoidance. This reflection explores congruency, embodiment, and what it means to live aligned in mind, body, and spirit, not just thought.

When fear and control collide, how do you choose what’s right? A reflection on boundaries, self-awareness, and learning to act in alignment—even when it’s uncomfortable.

What is the goal of saying it? A $3 juice shot, a stressed partner, and a moment that could have spiraled. A reflection on financial scarcity, emotional regulation, and choosing congruence over reaction.

Renovation Revelations #7 dives into the messiness of family, love, and personal boundaries. Candice shares a story about her dad testing her limits during the kitchen renovation, showing how more than one truth can coexist, how congruence allows you to care for yourself while considering others, and why each interaction is an opportunity for growth.

You can do your best and someone can still be disappointed. That doesn’t make you terrible.
It means more than one thing can be true.
This is what it looks like to regulate, reflect, and align instead of spiraling.

Some people may see me as ungrateful.
In a moment, that might even be true.
But one moment does not define a whole person.
I can honor my feelings, act in alignment, and release the need to control how I’m perceived.

On Friday the 13th, I asked my dad to buy me Midol.
It sounds small. It wasn’t.

What followed was a one-degree shift in a story I’d been carrying since I was 13 — about periods, discomfort, and handling everything alone. Sometimes healing isn’t dramatic. Sometimes it’s just asking one more time.

Congruency isn’t selfish. It’s honest.
In the moments I choose myself: my thoughts, my feelings, my actions. I also chose connection.
What we call luck might just be alignment compounding over time.

Not all luck is instantaneous.

Some luck is the long game.
The more congruent choices I make—aligning thoughts, feelings, and actions—the more “lucky” I become.
The jackpot wasn’t random. It was built.

I can be annoyed that I had to repaint my kitchen and be deeply grateful for the men who rebuilt it. Congruency is holding both. It doesn’t have to be all or nothing. It can be learning and loving….at the same time.