What I Have to Say

Just a single mom musing about life and the journey.

  • The Ongoing Battle of Ego vs. Intuition

    There’s a lot of talk in the spiritual community about ego vs. intuition. Intuition, in short, is an inner knowing and internal compass that is supposed to guide us toward the things that are good for us. It helps us determine whom we should and shouldn’t trust, which paths to avoid or go down, and in general tries to lead us to our fullest potential and toward the people and things that will make us the best versions of ourselves. 

    And our ego, despite its general connotation as something negative, isn’t necessarily bad. It’s the part of us that wants to keep us safe — the part of our body ruled by anxiety and doing what we *think* we’re supposed to do. 

    A healthy ego can lift us up, give us the strength to do things we didn’t think possible, and stop us from making impulsive decisions we may later regret. 

    But an unhealthy ego? It can cause us to overwork at a job because we believe that’s the only way to rise up the corporate ladder. It can cause us to post a divisive political rant on Facebook because we want people to validate our opinions and win an argument against people who will never agree with us. It makes us want to have the last word rather than accept that some fights simply aren’t worth the energy expenditure. 

    It’s the reason we chase emotionally unavailable partners and push away those who are actually good for us, especially when they tell us things our ego doesn’t want to hear. It’s the layer of protection we build up after years of being hurt designed to keep our heart heavily fortified and on guard for anyone who wants to break it again. 

    For a large portion of my life, I’ve preferred the comfort of my own mind and vast inner world to letting other people in — very Piscean of me, I know. I’ve been able to adapt who I am to fit whatever situation I’m in. Although I’m an introvert at heart, I know how to turn on the bubbly smiley version of me with the snap of a finger. Because my ego has led me to believe that if I actually let people see what’s beneath the surface, I might be too much — too weird, too different, too unpalatable. 

    My entire life has felt like a battle between my intuition and ego. As a fat woman and eternal people pleaser, my ego tells me I should shrink and take up as little space as possible. I shouldn’t ask people to accommodate me and the things I want and need.

    And at the same time, I’ve always felt to my core that I wasn’t supposed to have a small life. From the time I was little, I believed I was meant to do big things — to lead, to reach people, to be known. (Just ask my parents, who had to sit through my many living room dance performances and self-directed musical productions.) 

    It’s the part of me that became dance team captain (and now coach), editor of my high school and college newspapers, employee of the year, and led me to win a 40 under 40 award after the pandemic. 

    Every time I’ve let my intuition win, it’s made me successful. And every time I’ve let my unhealthy ego win, it’s kept me stuck. It’s kept me from making new friends because I didn’t believe I’d meet anyone who would truly “get” me. It’s kept me in the same cycle of choosing jobs that lead to burnout but that don’t really satisfy my itch for doing something greater. It’s told me I can’t do hard things when I know deep down that I can do anything I damn well please, thank you very much. 

    Overcoming our negative egoic tendencies isn’t easy. For some people who have experienced an enormous amount of hurt, it feels damn near impossible. Healing the wounds that ignite our ego is a daily battle and choice — to learn and grow from our mistakes, to let people in, to not allow the little voice in our head that says we’re always right to take away our ability to be humble and admit when we’ve done something wrong. 

    I believe one of the things I’m meant to do in this lifetime — besides become an A-list celebrity, obviously — is to grow, and to encourage others to do the same. It’s so easy to stay where it’s safe. To follow the belief systems we were taught growing up. To stick to what is socially acceptable. But when your intuition — the part of you that knows deep down in your gut — that the status quo isn’t for you, you have to follow it. No matter what other people think, no matter who drops out of your life.

    Your intuition will tell you those people aren’t good for you, anyway.

  • I’m not the same person I was a year ago. And I’m so proud of myself for it.

    It’s January 1, 2026, and I’m sitting on my couch staring at a pile of laundry I really don’t want to fold but know I will eventually have to. And suddenly, I’m overcome with the urge to write. To get something down on paper (well, computer) to process everything I’m feeling in this moment. 

    To say 2025 was a transformative year for me would be an understatement. And the irony is that I’m very much in the same place I was a year ago: jobless, single mom, not sure exactly what the next year holds. Not sure where I’ll be living six months from now, not sure how long it will take me to find another job, and not sure how to get my darling children to learn to cohabitate without daily meltdowns and endless blame games. 

    And yet, I know in my soul that I’m not the same person I was a year ago. Maybe it was having to renovate and pack up the home I’d built with my family over the last 10 years. Maybe it was my many tried and failed attempts to find love again that made me realize my true worth — and taught me what I do and don’t want in my future. Maybe it was being two weeks from buying the home I fell in love with only to have the rug pulled out from under me when my new employer told me I was being laid off after less than eight months. Maybe it was finding a therapist who made me feel seen in ways I never had before. Maybe it was deepening my understanding of spirituality, a journey all about discovering who you really are and your purpose in this lifetime. Maybe it was all of it.

    The person I was a year ago didn’t know how to exist if it wasn’t in survival mode. She felt guilty doing anything that was strictly for herself. She had to be pouring every ounce of herself into everyone around her to feel worthy of anything — of love, of stability, of feeling valid. She made herself small to keep the peace. She said sorry when she dared to take up space or voice what she wanted. She let people walk all over her and did it with a smile. She pushed things down until they came to the surface as an eruption. She was constantly trying to hold together a sandcastle as the tide repeatedly washed it away. 

    I can’t pinpoint exactly when — or maybe it was a gradual thing — but somewhere along the line, I started to let go. Of constantly needing to control. Of constantly needing to know what I should do next. 

    I may be in the same uncertain place today that I was a year ago. But this time around? I feel a strange undercurrent of calm. Like I know I’m exactly where I’m meant to be, even if I don’t know my next life steps or even what I want to cook for dinner tonight. I think above all, this year has taught me how to trust — in the things I can’t see, and in myself. I’ve always loved the Winnie the Pooh quote, “You’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think,” but now? I finally believe it. 

    I didn’t really know what direction this post was going to take when I first started writing it (maybe a message in and of itself to trust where I’m led), but I think what I really wanted to do was to tell myself, “I’m proud of you.” I know that sounds corny and maybe even self-indulgent in a society that doesn’t believe people (and especially women) should celebrate their own victories. But the person I am today doesn’t care. 

    The person I am today knows that every ounce I pour into myself just makes me a better version of me for the people I love. I know that spending $30 to get my nails done every few weeks makes me happy and that’s more than enough reason to do it. I know that enjoying nights to myself doesn’t make me a bad mom. I know that speaking my mind and putting up healthy boundaries isn’t an inconvenience, and that the people who are meant to be in my life will appreciate and respect me for it.

    This year, I started a skincare routine — and vowed not to beat myself up on the nights I was too tired to do it. I created a YouTube channel where I post reaction videos with cheesy thumbnails. I tried a new career that was short lived but taught me a lot. I became closer with old friends and showed up in ways that made me feel good without overburdening myself. I spent more time being fully present with my kids. I fell in love without fear of having my heart broken. I auditioned for a community theater production where I completely choked up and forgot how to breathe mid-song. But I did it. And I’m so damn proud of myself. 

    I know I’m just at the beginning of what will be a lifetime of learning, growing, evolving, and becoming the best version of me, but this year taught me to appreciate the journey — even when it’s hard, even when it seems like life just wants to kick me down. I’m learning that every little step, every risk, every mistake, every embarrassing, awkward moment led me here. And I’m grateful for all of it.