Rebirth, Rocket & the Radiance of Real Work
A call to share the quiet moments that changed everything.
I just returned from Costa Rica. Seven days of sweat, surrender, and soul work at a 50 hour Rocket YTT, followed by four solo days of reflection and renewal. It was more than just a trip. It was one of those rare life moments that recalibrates your body, mind, and spirit all at once.
Rocket in the Jungle
Practicing Rocket Yoga 5-7hrs with the Misfit Yogis each day in the Costa Rican heat and humidity is no joke. It asks everything from you, your balance, your breath, your mental tenacity, and your willingness to stay with it. But that’s also the misfit magic. I balanced in postures I had once filed away under “not for me.” Yet, my body found new space for postures that I didn’t know existed, hello Pincha Padmasana. It was in this training that I realized something profound: at my stage in life-strength feels different. It doesn’t roar-it rises.
Quietly. Powerfully. Steadily.
Being surrounded by others equally committed to their inner and outer practice reminded me that there’s nothing quite like being in a room of people who are not just flexible in their bodies but also in their hearts-open, raw, and real.
This week reminded me of something powerful: the importance of surrounding myself with people who see the light in me, especially when I can’t. The kind of people who hold you in your becoming, not your brokenness. This experience taught me more about friendship, belonging, and self-worth than I ever expected. And maybe most unexpectedly… it created a new groove in my nervous system. One of trust, support, and joy. Something I couldn’t quite create at home. There, the noise was too loud. The bias too heavy. The drama too much.
I came to Costa Rica broken in ways I hadn’t fully admitted. And somehow, piece by piece, this week helped me begin to rebuild. Not into a protective armor, but into something softer. Something stronger. Something more like me.
The Gift of Being Alone
After the immersion, I stayed on for a solo retreat. Four days of stillness, ocean walks, self-care, journaling, manifesting, and grounding. I gave myself space to listen. To land. To plan. I mapped out ideas, set intentions, and felt a sense of clarity wash over me. More than anything, I witnessed how resilient I’ve become. How compassionate I can be with myself. Travel has always been my most honest teacher. It’s taught me more about who I am than any book or training. It has cracked me open, humbled me, delighted me, and reminded me that the world will always meet me where I am willing to meet myself.
And if there’s one thing I love, it’s solo international travel. It does something more. It sharpens my mind and softens my heart all at once. It calls me into presence-with my surroundings, my choices, and my breath. It reconnects me with my instincts, my creativity, my independence. I become both the navigator and the witness.
There’s no one to lean on but myself, and yet somehow, I always feel supported, whether it is by the rhythm of the road, the kindness of strangers, or the quiet conversations with myself. It reminds me that I can trust myself, even in unfamiliar places. That I am capable. That I belong. That my inner compass still works.
Travel, especially alone, has a way of showing me who I really am. Not the version shaped by roles or expectations, but the one that emerges when it’s just me, my breath, my feet on foreign soil, and the wide open world saying, go ahead.
Turning 47 & The Breakthrough That Broke Me Open
Just before I left for Costa Rica, I turned 47. That same week, I had one of the most profound therapy sessions of my life. I accessed a part of myself I hadn’t been able to reach in years. It was deeply emotional and honestly, a little scary. But I did it. And then came the hangover. Not from wine or travel, but from emotional release. From touching something that had been living just under the surface for far too long. I’ve spent the last couple years in therapy doing the work, learning to understand how I show up, why I react the way I do, and where these deep-seated fears come from, yet I have never been able to go deep. There was always something blocking me.
This session shifted something. It felt like a portal opened. And while I was left raw, I was also left grounded. For the first time, I feel like I know myself, like I’ve cleared the cobwebs and finally made room for the woman I’ve always been becoming.
I left with a quiet, steady confidence that I’d been missing for years. A deep sense of self-trust, in my voice, in my decisions, in my ability to care for myself without over-explaining or overextending. I now feel secure in the boundaries I’ve created, the people I welcome in, and the ones I no longer need to hold onto. I feel peace in letting go of relationships that no longer fit, and clarity around which ones I need to nourish more.
And most importantly, I have a renewed commitment to the most important relationship I’ll ever have-the one with myself.
Have You Ever Felt It?
That moment, through therapy, energy work, hypnosis, or even a deep, unexpected conversation, when something finally clicks.
A release. A shift. And just like that, something inside you is different. Lighter. Clearer. Changed.
I’d love to hear about it. These are the stories we need to tell more of, the quiet transformations, the breakthroughs we almost can’t put into words, but still feel in our bones.
If you’ve had a moment like this, would you share it with me?
Email me your story, your shift, your spark. I would love to hear more about you.
This year already feels different. Not because I’m a year older, but because I’m more rooted in who I am. And while 47 brings me uncomfortably closer to 50, it also brings a clarity I never expected.
My mantra for my 47th year: I’m not chasing anymore. I’m arriving.
Here’s to a year of soft power, steady courage, and untamed rebirth.
I have a feeling it’s time again for me to buckle up, something epic is about to unfold.
