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Lately, it has been hot, so I decided to do something that would make life a little easier. I cooked a bunch of different meals in the crock pot, put them into containers, and froze them. That way, when the weather is hot, I wouldn't have to do much cooking. Then a flyer came in from the local Mexican market. They had pineapples, plantains, mangoes, watermelon, cucumbers—fresh fruits and vegetables at really good prices. They also had beef shanks. So after the gym, I had my caretaker take me to the store. I already had plenty of food at home. I had meals in the freezer, food in the refrigerator, and everything I needed. I wasn't going to the store because I was running out of food. But when I got there, something happened. I felt happy. The store was colorful and full of fresh food. I could choose one of this, two of that, three of something else. I wasn't limited to whatever quantity happened to come in a package. I could actually look at what I wanted and decide what I wa...

2025: The Year of Elevation—No More Toxicity, No More Settling




2025: The Year of Elevation—No More Toxicity, No More Settling

With 2025 well underway, I find myself deeply immersed in studying the higher mind, energy, and the most effective ways to harness it. This journey has also become a time of deep reflection. Through my studies, I’ve come to understand, more than ever, that thoughts are things, thoughts are energy, and we attract what we think about.

But here’s the truth: I already knew this.

Before I moved here, I traveled the world. I was an international model, a talent manager, and a pageant director—I ran The Miss Beverly Hills pageant. I lived in a space of expansion, success, and high achievement because I surrounded myself with people who also operated at that level.

Then, I moved here.

And little by little, I changed. This place turned me into someone I never used to be.

I didn’t just lose myself—I settled.

This wasn’t who I was; it was who I had become.

I let my environment dull my shine. I let the people around me influence my energy instead of the other way around. I stopped demanding more for myself. I stopped expecting more from life. And in my exhaustion, I gave up.

But giving up came with a price.

By settling, I paid for it with my health, my relationships, and my overall well-being.

Now, I am returning to my roots.

Because sometimes, we get lost. But sometimes, we get lost. And in my case, I was just tired—
tired of being surrounded by toxic people. But now, I remember who I am.

I am reclaiming my power. I am rising back to the same level of operation I once thrived in. I am stepping back into the high vibration, high-value, high-energy life that I was always meant to live.

A Lesson Disguised as Love

This realization led me to reevaluate everything—including my relationships.

There was one connection—if you could even call it that. For a brief time, I considered him my boyfriend. But once I saw his true character, I quickly fell out of love. The bond between us wasn’t built on anything real; it was a cycle of codependency, toxicity, and addiction disguised as connection.

He is the very definition of a Soul Snatcher—someone who drains your energy, dulls your light, and pulls you into a version of yourself you don’t even recognize. Instead of elevating himself to meet me at my level, he constantly dragged me down to his. And I hated the person I had to become just to communicate with him on his level.

I believe in God; he believes only in himself—not in a way that reflects self-love, but in a way that is selfish and self-centered. Everything was always about him—his needs, his desires, his habits. There was no room for me, no room for God, no room for anything greater than his own indulgence.

We couldn’t have been more misaligned. I’m focused on health and wellness; he’s a chain smoker. I live with clarity; he’s high all day long. I strive for growth; he’s stuck in self-destruction.

How was that ever supposed to be a match made in heaven?

It wasn’t.

It was a lesson—one I’ve now learned.

The Church That Lacked Spirit

Recognizing these patterns is exactly why I became a coach. I wanted to master the principles of energy, the Law of Attraction, and relationships so I could heal my own life while also helping others do the same.

But the impact of this environment stretched beyond personal relationships—it even seeped into my spiritual life.

For over five years, on and off, I’ve attended the same church. I’ve tried others but never found anything special. I don’t want to drive far to find a church home, yet something has always felt off. Despite being there for years, people won’t look me in the eye, they don’t say hello, and the energy is heavy with insecurity and unhealed wounds.

Then, there’s the one person who claims to be on fire for God—yet she’s the biggest energy drain of all. Conversations with her are exhausting. She doesn't engage in meaningful dialogue; instead, she unleashes one never-ending monologue after another, packed with her own supernatural experiences—none of which I ever asked to hear.

You can’t escape fast enough.

As an empath and a clairsentient, people like this are especially toxic to me. I don’t just hear their words—I feel their energy, and it’s suffocating. They latch on, pouring out their chaos, trauma, and self-importance without ever considering the impact on others.

They don’t replenish energy; they consume it.

And when they’re done, I’m left feeling depleted, drained, and exhausted—like I’ve been wrung dry.

She is the very definition of a Time Bandit and Energy Thief—a person who takes without giving, feeds without nourishing, and exists in a constant state of energetic hunger.

A New Vow: Elevation Only

But here’s the difference between who I was and who I am becoming:

I am applying everything I am learning to myself.

I am making a vow—right here, right now—to step up and stop settling.

  • This year, I am choosing to live in prosperity and abundance.
  • I am choosing to cultivate healthy relationships.
  • I am choosing a loving, God-centered partnership with someone who values himself—not in a narcissistic way, but in a way that allows him to be whole, healthy, and capable of loving in return.

No more toxicity.
No more low vibrational people.
No more settling for anything less than what I deserve.

2025 is the year of elevation.

I am raising my standards.
I am raising my energy.
I am raising my life.

And I will attract exactly what I am ready for—onto greener pastures.

I knew this before—from my modeling days, my pageant directing days, and my time as a talent coach. I used to train others in confidence, mindset, and the power of presence.

But somewhere along the way, I forgot my own lessons.

I let my environment dictate my energy instead of protecting it. I got tired. And in that exhaustion, I gave up.

But now, I’m taking it all back.

I am returning to the same level of operation I once thrived in. I am stepping back into the high vibration, high-value, high-energy life that I was always meant to live.

I am now a Master Certified Relationship Coach—ready to help others break free from these cycles.

For more information, visit ArtfulLivingCoaching.com.

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