If there's one thing I truly indulge in religiously, it's my vacations! Whether I'm exploring a new city, sunbathing in a beach town, or spending a quick 24 hours in Vegas, I soak it all in. And as much as I stick to an exercise routine at home, I NEVER work out on vacations—until recently, when everything changed.

When is it time to put down what we've been carrying? As we move through life, we naturally collect things—souvenirs, memorabilia, treasured family heirlooms. All of these are good and meaningful, bringing smiles to our faces when we see them, but what about the other things we pick up along the way?

Have you ever felt a spark of curiosity or a burst of inspiration, only to have it immediately squashed by that annoying, scared voice in your head? The voice that says, "Don't bother… it's not important… you'll look ridiculous… NOT TODAY!" I know that voice all too well—for years, it was the loudest voice in my life.

When you find yourself in the hell of the aftermath of trauma, you either burn, or you come out on fire. You either become a shell of your former self, living numb and on autopilot, or you dive into healing and emerge stronger, vibrant, and thriving. Healing isn't about bypassing the pain—it's about choosing to live, not just survive.

As a woman in her mid-forties, having experienced marriage, motherhood, and a deep desire to do good in the world, I truly believed I had a firm grasp on my core life values. I had lived enough, experienced enough, and achieved enough to know myself, right? What I discovered challenged everything I thought I knew about myself.

A couple of months ago, I gifted myself a two-week personal retreat. After a year of constant movement, filled with both personal milestones and professional momentum, I decided it was time to slow down and reset in true alignment with myself. Sometimes the greatest gift we can give ourselves is permission to pause.

Last week, one of my daughters came to me to say she had decided not to attend a party she was invited to. Before I had a chance to respond, she launched into a lengthy explanation of all the reasons why she wasn't going. And there it was again—this almost reflexive need to validate our decisions with perfect logic, even when no one is questioning it.

"You're so strong!"—I've been told this numerous times over the last several years as people get to know me and learn about my life. Emotional strength is an incredible quality to possess, and I'm grateful for the acknowledgement, but the truth is that strength didn't show up at my doorstep when I was faced with challenging circumstances.