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If the year hasn’t unfolded as planned, that doesn’t mean it’s lost. A reset doesn’t require starting over — it simply requires recalibration. Sometimes that recalibration includes letting go. Goals set at the beginning of the year are made with the information we had at the time. As life unfolds, we learn more — about our capacity, our needs, and what no longer feels aligned. When a goal starts to feel forced or misfitted, it’s okay to release it. Letting go isn’t failure. It’s responsiveness. I’ve learned to allow the year to reveal itself, even when it looks different from what I imagined in January. Rather than clinging to an outdated plan, I try to listen for what feels supportive now. Pivoting isn’t giving up — it’s choosing to move with wisdom instead of resistance. For me, a gentle reset often begins with returning to basics: Eating regularly Sleeping consistently Moving in ways that support my body in it's current physical state Creating small pauses to bre...

There is something sacred about setting out on a trail with people you trust. Throughout the spring season, our hiking group laced up our boots and hit the trails together.  Somewhere between mornings of fresh air, hard climbs, shared laughs, switchbacks,  prayer pauses, and stretches of steady climbing, God met us again and again.  Looking back on it now, it feels like so much more than exercise — it was community in one of its most honest forms. What the Trail Teaches You Every trail was its own kind of sanctuary. We opened Scripture beneath open skies.  We prayed beside cactus-lined paths and under wide desert light.  We paused not just to catch our breath, but to listen.  Again and again, God met us there, in stillness and movement alike. What made this season especially meaningful was not just the miles we covered, but the way we covered them together. We encouraged one another through steep climbs.  We celebrated small victories.  We waite...

The middle of the year offers a natural pause. Not a deadline — a moment to take stock. There is something honest about the middle. It isn’t charged with the hope of beginning or the urgency of ending. It simply reveals what has been sustained and what has quietly fallen away. Ecclesiastes 3: 1 reminds us, “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven".  Mid-year reflection helps me recognize the season I’m actually in, not the one I planned for months ago. I’ve learned to approach this pause gently. Instead of asking what I accomplished, I ask What supported balance? What habits felt grounding?  What quietly drained me? What do I need to release now instead of waiting and dragging it to the end of the year? This kind of reflection doesn’t require correction. It invites awareness. Growth rarely follows a straight line. Some practices deepen with time. Others fall away as life shifts. Ecclesiastes holds space for this truth, reminding us that change...

Making : Intentional action plans towards the life I want to live. These things don't happen by accident. Cooking : My entrepreneurial skillsets. These tech companies are re-defining the future of the workforce from role based to skill based. More now than ever, it is so important to have multiple streams of income. Drinking : Ice teas but hot coffees. Reading : 3 books once - An investigative thriller and 2 personal development books at the same time. Wanting: Equity over Equality . I hate that people cannot just do the right thing by default. That we have to riot, and protest and raise up our arms and basically stress our nervous systems to get them to do the right thing. And even then....They still don't do it, quite right. Looking: Forward to an amazing trip I have been working hard to gift myself Playing : On AWS Cloud QUEST - Talk about mixing fun and business Wasting : my time on people who do not deserve a second of it. Sewing : and fixing my favourite torn jean...

A Trip That Gave Me More Than I Gave I have been watching my friend's youtube channel and podcast called: The Steady Road Home Her latest video,  The Seeds We Plant - Part 1  beautifully captures our Honduras Mission Trip in a way that words alone cannot do it justice. But first — some context on why this trip was so personal to me. The year before this Honduras trip, the plan was to travel with the same young adult ministry group on a different mission trip. The day before our departure, during our farewell barbeque at church, my dad had a stroke and was air-lifted to Mass General. I stayed behind to be with him in the hospital and did not travel for the mission trip. Shortly after that, he passed away. So when the opportunity came up again to travel with the same young adult ministry group the following year — to Honduras, to serve at the San Pedro Sula, Dream Center — I jumped at the opportunity. The goal was to serve. And that happened. But in the middle of it all, I was c...