Let’s be honest, separating facts from feelings isn’t always easy. I know because it hasn’t always been easy for me. For years, I let my emotional responses shape my perspective of people and situations. But over time, with intention and inner work, I’ve learned that acknowledging my feelings without letting them dictate my reality has created space for more grace and far fewer grudges.

Why Is It So Hard to Separate Facts from Feelings?

This past Christmas, my children bought me a beautiful tote bag. I have loved it for almost 2 years, and when I finally got it, I was reluctant to put anything inside.  

It doesn't take long to muddy up the inside while still presenting polished on the outside. I lived in that space for many years with anxiety and fear. Pretending that to be something that I wasn't while carrying around what felt like the world's burdens.

Have you ever felt that way? Like a stunning handbag? The kind that looks put together, classy, and complete.

But if you opened it up... it would expose a much different story.

Old things weigh it down, carrying everything, but what you really need; peace.

The truth is, a lot of us walk around like that.

We present well. We smile. We post. We say, "I'm fine." But inside? We're carrying the heavy stuff no one sees:

• Fear that paralyzes our progress
• Overwhelm from trying to do it all
• Grief that hasn't had space to breathe
• Rejection that still stings
• Hurt we'...

The caption marriage saver seems dramatic. However, you haven't lived with me lately🙃

From what appeared out of nowhere, my husband decided to start snoring. At 54, this has become alarming, and I keep waking up each morning, shaking my head and asking, why now??

To clairfy, when I say waking up each morning, I mean I never fell asleep. The disruptive, loud noise that sounds like someone's firing up a chainsaw 2 inches from my head goes on...all.night.long.😳

So, finding a solution so I don't suffocate my husband with a pillow at night, is lifesaving for him anyway.  

I'm not sure if this is the male version of menopause or what, but I knew he was starting to fear for his life when he would get out of bed after his alarm went off and said, you look mean this morning. Did I snore last night?

In my husband's defense, he has tried everything, from Breathe Right strips to custom mouthguards to help eliminate this problem, but nothing worked until a last-ditch attempt from Amazon called...