Category: Respect Love Feel
On My Best Day
I’m living my best day. That’s the phrase I’ve been holding. When I notice anger rising, I ask myself: “You wouldn’t be angry on your best day, would you?” That question resets me. Living my best day doesn’t mean perfection. It means choosing calm where I can. Choosing respect. Choosing love. Choosing presence. It really…
Practise What You Preach
My daughter said something simple recently: “Practise what you preach.” Fair point. The switch I talk about — choosing calm over reaction, best day over autopilot — isn’t a belief. It’s a practice. And practice doesn’t mean I never slip.It means I notice sooner… and return quicker. That’s the real power:Not avoiding stress — but…
When I Forgot My Best-Day Anchor
Today I felt stress — unexpectedly. A change this morning triggered panic mode. I could feel it in my body straight away: tightness, tension, and the mind replaying negative stories. Outwardly, I was present enough to navigate the streets — but I noticed I was on autopilot. My thoughts were inward-facing, defensive, scanning. The main…
A Small Room, A Big Adjustment
The hostel was overbooked, so tonight I’m in a nearby hotel — not glamorous, just a very small room. After weeks of dorm life and the background hum of people, the quiet feels… different. It’s an adjustment. I had connection earlier. And now it’s just me again — in a small space, with my own…
Why I’m Writing Here
This is the first time I’ve written thoughts like this publicly. Not as advice.Not as teaching.Not as something finished. These are reflections — written slowly, as part of my own process. I’m on a path too. Some days feel clear and steady.Other days feel uncertain.The older version of me still appears sometimes — just less…