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There Is Still Plenty of Life to Live

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...

Surrender Is the New Power



I’ve been sitting with this idea of surrender lately.

Not the “throw your hands in the air” kind of surrender.
Not the “give up because it’s too hard” kind.
But the holy, grounded, soul-level kind of surrender—
the kind that says:
“I trust something bigger than me is guiding this.”

I Used to Know How to Surrender

When my dad died, I broke.

I didn’t know how to cope with the loss, so I did what so many do—I fell into a bottle and tried to drink my way through the grief. I wasn’t an alcoholic. I was human. Hurting. Numb.

And then one day, I found myself in church.
A song came on—a Christian song with the words:
“Deeply broken. Wholly surrendered.”

And something in me cracked wide open.
I sang along through tears. And in that moment, I didn’t just sing the words—
I became them.

Deeply broken. Wholly surrendered.
I let go of what I could never control.

And from that moment on, life slowly started to meet me with grace.

But Somewhere Along the Way, I Took It Back

Over time, I tried to manage everything again:
My healing. My success. My purpose. My money.

And honestly? That gets exhausting.

I started noticing how much energy I was giving to things I couldn’t fix in the moment.
I was thinking too much about how it was all going to work out…
and not enough about trusting that it would.

That’s when I started exploring surrender again.

My Body Remembers What I Tried to Forget

During a Dr. Joe Dispenza meditation this morning—the one where you’re supposed to feel your body in space (yes, that one)—an old wound came up.
Not randomly. Spirit knows when we’re ready.

I remembered a toxic relationship.
A man who once held control over me.
Someone I now consider a friend—not because he changed,
but because I reclaimed my power.

And it hit me:

I still have fears that if things fall apart financially, I might have to go back to a situation that feels like a trap.
But it’s not just that.
It’s fear of being controlled.
Fear of not being safe.
Fear rooted in trauma I’ve survived.

I’ve been in a shootout in Italy.
I’ve witnessed people being raped and robbed at knifepoint.
I’ve seen things. I’ve held things.
And I’ve carried them quietly for far too long.

That’s what I’m surrendering now.
Not just one fear, but all the things that don’t serve me.
I’m handing them over—one by one—as they come up.

Because I can’t carry them anymore.
Because they don’t belong in the life I’m building.
Because I’m saying yes to the greater good.

The Next Step Is Surrender

So here I am again.
Not trying to manifest harder.
Not trying to heal faster.
Not even trying to figure it all out.

I’m just surrendering.

“I surrender what I can’t control.
I trust that life is unfolding in my favor.
I open my hands to receive what’s truly mine.”

That’s my new affirmation.
If you need one, feel free to borrow it.

And if you’re tired—tired of trying so hard to manifest, to heal, to find clarity—maybe it’s time for you to let go too.

Not because you’re giving up.
But because you’re finally getting out of your own way.


Ready to Surrender and Start Living Artfully?


If this message speaks to something deep inside you—
if you're tired of carrying fears, traumas, and burdens that were never meant to be yours—
if you're ready to let go of control, pain, and patterns that no longer serve you...
Then this is your invitation.
Artful Living Coaching isn’t just about pretty practices or curated healing.
It’s about the real work—the surrender, the clarity, the power of choosing peace.
It’s about coming home to yourself and finally being free.
If you're ready to say yes to your greater good,
to start letting life meet you with grace,
to stop surviving and start creating the life your soul came here for...


Let’s talk.
Book a clarity session or learn more at Artful Living Coaching.
Because surrender isn’t weakness—it’s the beginning of your true power.

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