Two days ago, I quit my man.
Two days ago, I quit my job.

And honestly? The story started long before that.

When Everything Hit at Once

Two months ago, my mortgage jumped, from $1,359 to $4,000. My nervous system went into full panic mode. Stress. Fear. Overwhelm. And yes, I have two kids in college depending on me.

I didn’t know what I was going to do. I just knew something had to change.

The 21-Day Ease Experiment

Eleven days ago, I joined @BeyondTaylor’s 21-Day Ease Experiment. The premise is simple:

• Life is easy.
• Manifesting is easy.
• Creating is easy.

Not because we work harder, but because I AM. Because alignment brings things to us naturally.

My challenge was to stop trying, stop controlling, and start observing my thoughts, my emotions, without judgment or meaning.

Noticing the Dis-Ease

My job was stretching my nervous system to the breaking point.
The dress code muted my authenticity.
Students came at me aggressively.
I had to fight to teach, shout to be heard, perform to be validated, tiptoe to avoid offending anyone.

Every day felt like survival.

And the truth?
I’ve long known the system itself is broken, designed to disempower children and crush their natural curiosity. Staying meant binding myself to something I fundamentally disagreed with.

And for what?
The mortgage was impossible either way.
So what exactly was I holding onto?

The Breakup I Didn’t Choose

Our breakup was inevitable. I felt it coming, but I refused to believe it.

I was in conflict.
I loved him unconditionally.
How could I have pushed him out?

And yet… I didn’t.

It was divine intervention that made the choice for us.

Neither of us would have left on our own. Something bigger had to separate us.

The Pain of Letting Go

I ache.
I haven’t been able to eat or sleep since he left.

But I know this separation was necessary.

Holding onto the dis-ease outside my body was holding me hostage to the dis-ease inside my body. Even with my raw plant-based lifestyle and my herbal medicines, I was still spiritually and emotionally sick.

Letting go was the medicine I didn’t want, but needed.

Choosing Ease, Remembering Myself

This season of loss – job, man, stability – has become a season of truth.

Letting go is creating space.
Space for ease.
Space for clarity.
Space for the woman I’ve always been.

In my solitude, I am remembering:

WHO. I. AM.