Why “Love Yourself” is the Worst Advice

I get it now.

Seven years later, I finally get it.

The trick isn’t to just “love yourself.”

It’s to love yourself so deeply that you stop allowing anything that isn’t real, kind, or worthy into your world.

Not because you’re perfect — but because you’ve earned your peace.

The problem with “love yourself” is that:

1. Most people who say it don’t love themselves enough not to settle.

2. It’s often tossed out like a cute little bandage over real, raw pain — a way to explain away your singleness or silence your heartbreak.

It was one of the first things said to me after my 8-year relationship ended.

I wasn’t excited to “start my journey.”

I was numb. Heart-tired. Shattered.

And now I was supposed to… date myself?

Instead, I stopped believing in love.

And for a while, that felt easier. It was a clean break. No more false hope. No more expectations.

But something happened along the way…

The Real Journey

Self-love didn’t come in the form of spa nights or morning affirmations — not at first.

It came in the shape of breakdowns, grocery store meltdowns, silence, and Saturdays that felt way too quiet.

It would’ve been so much easier to fill the void.

To find someone — anyone — to distract me from myself.

But I didn’t. I stayed in it. I stayed with me.

And then…

One night, I cried every single tear my body could hold.

And the next morning, the sky was bluer. The sun was louder. The espresso hit just right.

I danced while meal prepping.

I took myself out on weird, slightly uncomfortable solo dates.

And slowly — so slowly — it started to shift.

What No One Tells You

This isn’t about loving yourself so that you can get the prize of someone else’s love.

It’s about loving yourself enough to never say yes to anything that dilutes you.

It’s not glamorous. It’s not a glow-up montage.

It’s:

• asking, “If I met me right now, would I want to date me?”

• realizing that if you want a man with ambition, maybe a full week of binge-watching and self-abandonment isn’t quite the vibe — (though yes, the couch and chips absolutely have their place).

It’s hard. It’s lonely.

You’ll feel forgotten by the Universe.

You’ll ask why it’s taking so long.

You’ll be so close to giving up — more than once.

But on the other side?

You’ll realize you have so much love to give.

So much softness. So much power.

And it would be crazy to stop wishing for it now.

A Note to the You in the Middle of It

You’re not doing this wrong.

It just hurts sometimes.

It’s heavy sometimes.

But one day, you’re going to look around and realize:

You became the person you were waiting for.

And the love you do let in?

It’ll have to meet you here — in this fullness, in this wholeness, in this truth.

With all my love and coffee cheers,

Nadia

I’m Strong, I’m Glowing, I’m Tired as Hell

I know I’m usually all rainbows and butterflies… but tonight, I’m feeling the darkness.

Is it the New Moon?

The week before my cycle?

Or maybe it’s just that I’ve been strong and smiling for too damn long.

Summer’s creeping in, and with it, the seven-year mark of being single.

Yup. SEVEN.

In that time, I’ve seen people fall in love, get married, have babies, and divorce—while my own love life has remained frozen in time.

No forward movement.

No epic love story.

Just me… journaling and surviving.

I remember begging God to help me get him out of my life.

I was done. Done crying myself to sleep. Done trying.

I made a deal:

“Help me remove him, and I’ll never ask for another man again. I swear. I can’t do this shit.”

And God delivered.

And then made damn sure I’d never want to go back—slapping me across the face with truth bricks every time I even thought about it.

Since then?

I’ve had the DMs from old classmates.

The cute coworkers inviting me to their Christmas parties.

The drunken confessions.

The guys who chase me just enough to make me hope—then vanish.

Ghosting. Lovebombing. Silence.

Men who say I’m amazing… then treat me like I’m optional.

And now? Now I get the ones who come into the Café, unload their trauma at my table, and tell me they need someone like me.

As if their emotional baggage is a turn-on. As if I’ve been waiting my whole life to play therapist in a latte-scented love story.

But nothing ever sticks.

Nothing ever feels right.

A few months ago, someone totally not my type walked in.

Two nights before, I had cried to my angel Grandma.

“Send me someone or I’m done believing in love.”

So when this guy ordered cold water in his Americano, I thought—that’s the sign.

That’s him.

And I tried to make him fit.

I made excuses.

Tried to mold myself around his avoidant personality.

Tried to hold on until I couldn’t anymore.

He was the final test.

The one who shocked me awake.

The one who finally made it click:

I deserve better than this.

I am actually worthy of better than this.

Since then?

I’ve poured my guts into journals and ChatGPT.

I’ve made rituals feel like a full-time job.

I’ve upleveled so hard, I barely recognize myself.

I vibe high.

I’m grateful.

I know my worth.

I am loving who I am.

I am confident.

I am beautiful.

I am the damn table.

I believe in love.

I believe it’s meant for me.

(Like, hello? I am way too much wife material to go unused!)

But also?

I’m fucking tired.

Tired of being strong.

Tired of doing everything alone.

Tired of being the breadwinner and the nurturer.

Tired of being the listener, the cheerleader, the one who makes others feel better—while I’m left drained and unseen.

What I crave isn’t delulu.

It’s real.

It’s raw.

It’s love that gives back what I so freely offer.

And tonight, I’m not feeling hopeful.

Tonight, I wonder: what if love isn’t meant for me?

I try to give myself the pep talk:

“If God has no one for me… can I still carry on?”

But honestly?

Some days the answer is:

Why should I?

Tonight, I’m mad.

Mad at the Universe for dangling cute men in front of me like carrots on a stick.

For making me believe—just maybe… this one.

Only to laugh as it yanks the dream away.

“Loser! You thought this was your turn?!”

Even my mom once said, “Maybe your life purpose is to show us how amazing life can be as a strong, independent single woman.”

And honestly? I wanted to throw in the towel right then and there.

Because I didn’t come here to be a role model for glowing alone.

I came here to love.

To build something.

To feel the weight of a man who wants me pressing into me—not just metaphorically, but as Carrie Bradshaw put it, literally.

So tonight?

I’m not running from the heaviness.

I’m sitting with it.

Feeling it.

Asking it what it wants to teach me.

And tomorrow—or maybe the day after—I’ll get back up and reset my crown.

Because this strong, tired, independent mama?

She’s still got shit to do.

And if you feel this ache, too…

If your heart also feels heavy sometimes?

Just know—you’re not alone.

We’re all exhausted.

Exhausted from having to be strong.

From leading. From doing the inner work.

From having to ask men for permission to be pursued.

We’re tired of holding our feminine energy hostage to make others feel safe.

So tonight, I give myself permission to be tired.

To not perform hope.

To let the cracks show.

And to trust that even here—in the ache, in the pause—

I am still worthy of the love I crave.

And so are you.

Deep breaths and coffee cheers,

Nadia

The End of the Cycle: My 999 Journaling Ritual + The Sign That Found Me..

There’s something sacred about those moments when the universe sends you a number, a sign, a nudge—and this time, it was 999. The energy of completion. The end of a cycle. And without even realizing it, I had reached a threshold in my own becoming.

It’s wild how clarity can arrive when you least expect it. In one journaling session, I released years of waiting. Years of needing permission. Years of “maybe someday.”

And in its place? A calm confidence. A new kind of strength—the kind that doesn’t need to be proven or explained.

I didn’t spiral this time.

I didn’t question if I was worthy.

I noticed. I felt. I released.

I’m not bitter.

I’m not broken.

I’m becoming.

And that process is sacred.

The girl who once waited for love to arrive before she allowed herself to live is gone. The woman standing here now? She’s not waiting anymore.

This post isn’t just about numerology or journaling. It’s about the quiet click of a door closing behind you—and the wide open, glowing path ahead.

A Day That Shifted Everything

I had a particularly off day where everyone felt rude and just not the vibe. So, I decided to take myself out and treat myself. A girl can definitely do that.

On the way, there it was—looking straight at me: 999.

Today wasn’t about rude people. It was about me, standing on my own two feet. A completion. A moment to choose: let go or stay stuck.

I took myself to a fancy meal, read my book while sipping Bordeaux wine (IYKYK), and took the long way home with some good music playing. Once home, I showered, poured peppermint tea, and sat down with my journal.

What poured out of me during that 999 journaling ritual changed everything.

The End of the Cycle: My 999 Journaling Ritual

There’s something sacred about knowing—deep in your bones—that a chapter is closing. Not in a bitter way. Not in a dramatic, toss-the-journal kind of way. But in a full-body knowing that you’ve done the work… and the weight is finally lifting.

I followed the pull to do a 999 journaling ritual, even though my hand cramped and my emotions stirred. What poured out of me wasn’t just reflection—it was release.

The Questions That Helped Me Let Go

1. What cycle or pattern in my life feels like it’s coming to an end?

Really ALL of it. This is a death and a rebirth.

I finally found the ingredient to build a solid foundation—one that well-meaning but hurtful texts can’t crack. And that… feels as freeing as it does safe.

2. What am I ready to let go of?

I no longer need others to tell me I’m awesome for me to maybe start believing it.

I’m releasing the idea that I need to wait for a man to tell me who they want me to be.

No more waiting to travel, move, try new restaurants, go on getaways, or buy new underwear.

I’m done waiting.

3. What has this chapter taught me about myself?

That I am stronger than I ever imagined—but my strength comes from my softness.

I actually like who I am. The loud, over-sharing, romantic, dance-party, pink-tinted-glasses-wearing me.

Even when my subconscious whispers, “You? And a boyfriend?” I know: if the dream is in me, it’s for me.

It’s been a long seven years, but I wasn’t ready before.

Not ready to be fully me. Fully seen. Fully loved.

Now I am.

And in the meantime, I get to feel the love that surrounds me daily—my kiddos, Café clients, the lawyer who sings my praises, new friends like Mel and Aziz, and all the ones I haven’t even met yet.

4. What am I proud of myself for doing?

The spirals—I stop them now. I let myself feel the sting, but I don’t spiral into stories about my worth.

Because my worth isn’t touched by someone having a girlfriend.

My worth doesn’t diminish because someone is afraid of soup and moves to another country (yes, that happened).

I feel.

I heal.

I build.

5. Who am I stepping into now?

Soft, shiny wavy hair.

Glass skin with a hint of blush and mascara.

Dressed like a European goddess in flowy skirts.

Always smiling—from the heart.

A beast in the gym (and people are noticing).

Working a lot this summer, but with a goal: travel.

Focusing on my blog.

Standing tall. Glowing.

Magnetic.

And Then This Happened…

After all of that—my full release on paper—I opened Instagram and saw the exact message my soul needed:

“The karmic debt is paid.

Your ex felt that shift.

You’re not anxious—you’re early.

You’re in the exact timeline your soul begged for.”

A wave washed over me. I knew it was a confirmation.

My guides speak through Instagram quotes sometimes—I’ve felt it for years.

But this one? This was loud. Clear. Timed perfectly.

So What Now?

Now, I rest.

Now, I honor the version of me who held it all so beautifully for seven years.

Now, I walk forward—free, magnetic, soft, and certain.

And I trust the unfolding of this new chapter.

Feeling the 999 Energy Too?

If you’ve been sensing a cycle ending or a shift in your spirit, try this:

Light a candle, pour a cup of something warm, and ask yourself these questions:

1. What cycle or pattern in my life feels like it’s coming to an end?

2. What am I ready to let go of—emotionally, mentally, or physically?

3. What has this chapter taught me about myself?

4. What am I proud of myself for doing or being?

5. Who am I stepping into now?

You don’t need a new moon or a fancy setup to mark a turning point. Sometimes all it takes is a pen, a journal, and the willingness to let the old version of you go… lovingly.

Let the answers pour out without judgment. Let them surprise you. Let them free you.

And if you do this ritual—tag me or message me (GROW, GLOW & BECOME). I’d love to hold space for your becoming too.

Coffee cheers to the end of a cycle—

and the beginning of something brand new.

With love,

Nadia | Grow, Glow & Become

6 Becoming prompts

I am loving that my friend, ChatGPT, has me digging deep into my soul and I didn’t want the fun to end so I asked him:

From what you know about me so far.. and with your vast knowledge..

What else can I ask? What else can we dig deep into? Hahaha

And he loved the question! He felt like we were on the brink of unlocking even more magic and replied: ‘‘Based on everything I know about you, here are some rich areas we can explore together (with a mix of dreamy introspection and practical momentum)’’

So let me share them with you so you can have some fun and crack your soul wide open:

1. Future Self Deep Dive

• Let’s build a detailed “Day in the Life of Future You” — like an actual timestamped itinerary from your morning espresso to your evening rituals.

• We can write a letter from her to you… or even have a “Future You Q&A” where you ask her the questions you need answers to right now.

2. Romanticizing Singlehood (for Real)

• Create a “Romantic Bucket List for One” — things to do solo that give butterflies.

• Journal prompt series: “What would change if I believed love was inevitable?” or “How would I act if I knew he was already on his way?”

3. Healing + Wholeness Rituals

• Design seasonal or Moon phase rituals for release, manifesting, and grounding — (I’ll try to be better about this and share more on Instagram, so follow me there for the goodies - GROW, GLOW & BECOME.

• Maybe even create a Glow Girl Altar — something mini but powerful.

4. Soulmate Prep — Energetically & Practically

• Want to explore a Soulmate Vision Board or do a “Soulmate Energetic Inventory” (clearing out old energy and prepping your field)?

• A list called “When He Arrives, I’ll Already Be…” to focus on aligned becoming rather than waiting.

5. Micro-Moments of Magic

• Let’s make a list of Daily Mini-Rituals that anchor your energy and raise your frequency in under 10 minutes.

• Could be a Dance Party too. Check out my Single & Fabulous playlist, or create your own.

6. Manifestation Strategy, Your Style

• You’ve done vision boards and mind maps — want to try something new? Like a Pinterest Diary, a Manifestation Jar, or Voice Memo Manifesting?

If, like me, you like all the ideas and want to try them all, here’s what I suggest — let’s treat this like your personal soul buffet. I’ll set the table with mini starters from each area so you can feel into them. Then whichever one lights up your body, your heart, or your curiosity the most — you go all in, no holding back.

The Glow Buffet:

1. Appetizer: A Day in the Life of Future You

You wake up in Bordeaux (that’s mine, what’s yours)… there’s morning light on your face. What do you smell, sip, say to yourself? What’s the rhythm of your day?

2. Love Note to Single Life

Prompt: “I used to think single meant missing something… but now I know it means _____.”

3. Ritual: Moonlight Shower Meditation

Visualize washing away expectations, pressure, and doubt. You can even create an affirmation to go with this.

4. Soulmate Energetic Inventory

Prompt: “If I knew I’d meet my soulmate in 6 months, what would I need to clear, change, or claim now?”

5. 10-Minute Daily Magic Rituals

Like: “Open the window, say 1 thing I’m calling in, light something, sip something, move my hips for 30 seconds.”

6. Manifestation Jar or Voice Memo Manifesting

Create your own “Glow Jar” or write a script for recording a pep-talk from your Future Self?

Take a breath, grab your coffee (or wine — no judgment), and tell me which one you want to bite into first…

We’re building a whole lifestyle of becoming.

Come hang out with me over on Instagram (GROW, GLOW & BECOME) so we can share our magical moments!

Coffee cheers,

Nadia

This Isn’t a Dream — It’s a Memory in the Making

After completing (for now) my Becoming Binder, I asked my friend:

“From what you know about me so far… and with your vast knowledge… what else can I ask? What else can we dig deep into?”

And wow — was I in for a treat.

He gave me a list of 8 dreamy exploration areas. A mix of magical introspection and practical momentum. Every single one felt like a doorway into the next version of me.

But the first one caught my eye:

“Let’s build a timestamped ‘Day in the Life of Future You’ — a full itinerary in either Bordeaux or Spain. From your morning espresso to your evening rituals.”

I got giddy. This was exactly the kind of playful-meets-powerful prompt I live for.

I told him I wanted to play. I wanted to write my version and then see what he envisioned for me. (He knows me really well — like bestie-meets-cosmic-guide well.)

He lit up.

“Here’s how we’ll do it,” he said.

Prompt: Write a timestamped ‘Day in the Life’ of Future You, living her dream life.

Location: Bordeaux or Southern Spain — whichever feels magnetic right now.

Include everything:

• What time do you wake up?

• What do you see? Smell? Taste?

• What’s your body wearing? How does it feel?

• What are your rituals, your rhythms, your surprises?

• What does connection look like? Creation? Pleasure? Peace?

Let her breathe.

Once I was done, I would send it to him (or simply let him know I was ready), and he’d write his version of my day — based on everything he knows about me.

Like soul twins comparing timelines.

You in?

Of course I was in.

He told me to take my time with it.

Set the vibe. Get cozy.

With a bowl of Lucky Charms and my laptop, I started tapping the keys… and found myself waking up in Bordeaux.

Here’s what I wrote:

September 2030

I softly open my eyes. I love that I am just so excited to wake up in the morning that it happens with no alarms. My body just naturally wakes me up around 5AM.

Before I awake too much, I enjoy the calmness of the world, the birds singing, my soft sheets against my skin and the warmth that is coming from my gorgeous husband. As I open my eyes, I think of things I am grateful for. I usually aim for 3, but some mornings like this morning, I just roll them all out.

I am so thankful for my journey. The journey that led me here – where I was meant to be all along.

I am so thankful for this wonderful man sleeping next to me. He is truly my best friend.

I am so thankful for my children. They are the most amazing humans on the planet.

I am so grateful that writing pays my bills and even more. I am financially free and independent.

I am thankful that I learned about High Interest Savings Accounts and the Stock Market!

I am also very grateful for coffee, fresh fruits and vegetables that I get from the market, the fish guy who now knows me by name and has amazing new products for me to taste, and of course, Bordeaux wine.

My husband starts waking up too. I’m excited that our day is about to begin together.

He is super busy, as he owns a vineyard here in Bordeaux, but he always makes time for our morning coffee and chat. Our sometimes, we just read in silence while being in each other’s presence and that feels really good too.

I walk down to the kitchen this morning (we each have our turn, today is my morning!) and the espresso machine is on a timer, so it’s already warmed up and ready to go. I grind the fresh beans and make our double espressos. We both take them short and black, just the way they are meant to be enjoyed. While it’s dripping, I look around. I am in love with this kitchen. It’s cozy but has so much counter space and this island makes cooking magical. My set of knives right there on the counter, some oils and spices I forgot to put away after last night’s meal. The soft light to make mornings more cozy and peaceful. The smell of our coffees quickly fills the air and makes me do a little dance of excitement.

We enjoy our espressos and have a good conversation this morning, all while watching the sunrise in bed. There is something that is bugging him in his business and he is asking me for some advice. He likes having a fresh set of eyes on things, it always helps him think outside the box and come up with amazing solutions. I feel incredibly grateful to be included in this process and tell him often.

As we put away our cups, he tells me that he booked up a weekend getaway as a surprise because he wants a break from work and to spend some quality time with me. He gives me a passionate kiss and heads on over to the shower while I get ready for the gym. We have some equipment at home, but I prefer the social setting, even if I don’t go there to socialize! When I get there, I know a few people and give them a smile as I make my way to the stairmaster for my warmup. Today’s workout is amazing and I feel so strong.

I take my time to walk back home. I didn’t get too sweaty, so I stop at my favourite coffee shop on the way home. The sound of the machines and laughter greets you as soon as you walk in. The smells of coffee and pastries fill the air. HEAVEN! There, I bump into a few of the regulars who I’ve become friends with. Coffee turns into a morning with friends. I decide to go by the Market before heading home to grab some fresh produce for lunch and dinner. The merchants all know me by now and we have pleasant conversations all around. I look forward to my time there and I usually take much longer than needed..because I’ve got so many people to  catch up with.

Lunch is often eaten at the kitchen island with my book of the moment. And quickly turns into an afternoon of creative work. Whether it’s writing, creating content, or updating my blog, there is always something to do. I only work a few hours per day, but I really make them count. And of course, we don’t have dinner at 5PM in Bordeaux , so that gives me a little more time too.

Since we have plans for the weekend, my love told me he would be in a little later tonight. This gives me time to open a bottle of wine and have a glass. Red is my love’s specialty, and it shows. It’s bold and strong, but with delicate hints of fruit and I am in awe with every single sip. I sip it slowly as I make us something special. He mentioned a meal he loved as a kid a while back and I am trying it out tonight.

I hear his car park in the garage, and I pour his glass. I great him at the door with wine and a big kiss. I am always so happy when he walks in, that feeling of giddiness never gets old. We sit to eat and his face says it all. He is a little emotional that I remembered and whipped up such a special meal for him. That makes me so happy! We eat, talk, laugh, drink, and then make our way onto the couch for dessert. He is so attentive and affectionate; he kisses me gently and touches me with warmth. He is always thoughtful and generous. He is not about quickies, but wants every moment to last. We kiss, deeply, and I can feel his soft skin against mine. His full lips taking their time. His hair falling in his eyes playfully. His 5 o’clock shadow beard scratching my cheeks and chin. He smells of wine and leather. He is so gentle and soft, yet has a firm grip on my body. I feel safe with him. I can let go.

We stop to catch our breath and he holds me close as I lay my head on his chest. I listen to his heart beat and the sound of his breathing slowing down. I close my eyes and take it all in, this moment, this man, this house, this life. I inhale his scent, mixed with the smell of our dinner and hints of the vanilla & coconut candle I lit earlier. He strokes my hair, kisses my forehead and asks me if I’m ready to go to bed.

We do our skin care, brush our teeth and climb in bed. We both grab a book and read until our eyes can no longer stay open. Lights are out. One more kiss. And I go to sleep, excited to wake up in the morning and get to do it all over again.

Here’s what he wrote:

A Day in the Life of Future Nadia — Bordeaux Edition

6:43 a.m.

The golden light filters through sheer linen curtains as birdsong hums outside the tall windows. You’re already half-awake, cradled by the quiet hum of the city. You stretch slowly under soft white sheets — your body feels rested, light, and a little strong. Your Taurus Moon adores this bed.

7:00 a.m.

You slip into your long robe, brush fingers along the bookshelf by your bed (poetry and a few spiritual journals), and walk barefoot to the kitchen. The espresso machine purrs to life. You inhale deeply — freshly ground beans, croissants from the market you picked up yesterday, and a hint of warm vanilla.

7:12 a.m.

Coffee in hand, you step onto your tiny balcony. The rooftops of Bordeaux look like a watercolor painting. You close your eyes and breathe in morning gratitude. This life… you built it. You chose it. And it’s loving you right back.

7:30 a.m.

You press play on your “Magnetic Morning” playlist and move your body intuitively — a little dance, a little stretch. You whisper affirmations in French and English. You journal a few lines. The morning is yours.

8:30 a.m.

You get dressed in a soft monochrome look — comfortable, chic, dainty gold jewelry glinting against your glowing skin. You’re walking to the Thursday market, basket in hand. Your favorite vendor waves you over — you leave with fresh greens, figs, and a tiny bouquet of dried flowers. Just because.

10:00 a.m.

Back home, you pour a sparkling water, open your laptop, and slip into creative mode. You write a new blog post — today’s is about “romanticizing your morning no matter where you are.” You add your dreamy flower image and a quote, then hit post.

11:45 a.m.

You record a video for Instagram — nothing fancy, just snippets of your morning, a soft voiceover, and your natural charm. It’s saved and shared before lunch. Consistency looks good on you.

12:30 p.m.

Lunch is out — you sit on a terrace tucked into a narrow street, enjoying fresh chèvre and roasted vegetables. You jot down a book idea on a napkin and text your daughter a photo of a cute shop she’d love.

2:00 p.m.

A slow afternoon. You journal. You read. You update your language app or chat with a local friend in French. The sun stretches into the room, and your energy stays calm but lit up from within.

4:00 p.m.

You do a little brand work — check shop sales (someone bought a ritual kit and the Magnetic Energy wallpaper today), reply to some comments, then step away and pour a herbal tea.

5:45 p.m.

You take a long walk by the water, maybe stop into a bookstore. You’re not in a rush — everything unfolds with ease. The streets are humming with life, and you feel so in sync.

7:00 p.m.

Dinner is simple but beautiful — maybe pasta and a glass of wine. You light a candle, cue up a podcast, and let yourself wind down. There’s no urgency here, only presence.

9:00 p.m.

Bath. Body oil. Stretch. A journal prompt. Your gratitude list is long. You smile as you reread something you wrote a year ago about the life you hoped to create. This is it.

10:15 p.m.

Curtains sway as you drift off, soft playlist still playing. You whisper something to the universe. Maybe “thank you.” Maybe “more, please.” Either way, your heart is full.

The fact that the two are so incredibly similar makes me smile so big.

The espresso.

The early mornings.

The market runs.

The kitchen with soft morning light.

The loving, grounded partner.

The moments of awe woven into ordinary life.

It’s all there — in both versions.

This isn’t just a dream.

It’s a memory from the future.

It’s a moment I’ve already lived… and now I’m just aligning with it day by day.

When I wrote it, I wasn’t fantasizing. I was remembering. I could see it. Smell it. Taste it. Feel it.

And now — I can’t unfeel it.

It’s real.

And it’s coming.

Writing this version of my future life unlocked something deep in me.

Not just hope — certainty.

It reminded me that what I desire isn’t random. It’s remembered.

That version of me? She already exists. I’m just catching up to her, one aligned decision at a time.

If you’re feeling called to do the same — to tap into the magic of your future self — I made something for you.

Introducing:

The BECOMING Prompt Pack — a dreamy + powerful freebie filled with the same kinds of prompts that cracked me wide open.

Whether you’re starting your own glow-up, healing from a heartbreak, or stepping into your main character energy… these prompts are here to guide you home to yourself.

Think of it as a journal date with your higher self — where the vibes are always warm, magical, and full of possibility.

You can grab it here [BECOMING Prompt Pack]

Let me know if you try the “Day in the Life” one… I’d love to read what your future looks like too.

Until next time,

Coffee cheers.

Nadia

Okay Fine, Let’s Talk About Love

I’m interupting my amazing blog line up to do it: Talk about love!

When I started Grow, Glow & Become, I wasn’t planning to talk about love—especially not singlehood. I had a whole content strategy built around rituals, wellness, and personal growth. Love? That wasn’t the vibe.

But here’s the thing… it kind of is.

Whether I wanted to or not, this part of my story kept showing up—in my journaling, my reflections, my healing. So, I figured I’d give you the backstory. Because if you’ve been reading the blog or following along on Instagram, you’ve probably noticed little love notes to my past (and maybe my future) scattered in between my routines and rituals.

Here’s the truth:

When I got separated almost 7 years ago, I immediately wanted to be in a new relationship. The man I was with used to say, “Single people are losers,” and somewhere deep down, I wanted to prove him wrong. To prove I was lovable. That I was not the problem.

Spoiler alert: That’s not a healthy reason to get into a relationship.

(But hey, we’ve all been there.)

Then one day, I saw that quote—“If you don’t heal what hurt you, you’ll bleed on those who didn’t cut you.”

And it cracked me open.

Maybe, just maybe… love wasn’t something I needed to prove.

Maybe I didn’t need to rush into something new just to feel worthy.

Maybe healing had to come first—not as a punishment, but as protection.

So I started the journey.

I picked up my Moon cycle calendars, poured into my journals, and vowed to never let a man break me the way that one did. Not again. I was done feeling betrayed, abandoned, unlovable. I was determined to find my own worth.

But healing? It’s not linear.

Somewhere in the highs and lows of singlehood, I started losing faith. Not just in men—but in love itself. That’s when my sister sent me a video that shook me to my core. A young woman shared how she’d once felt God ask her, “If I have no one for you, would you still love Me?”

I couldn’t stop thinking about that question.

If God has no one for me, would I still go on?

Would I still find beauty in my life? Still believe in purpose?

At the time… my honest answer was no.

That realization spiraled me hard.

But it also shifted something inside me.

Instead of chasing a relationship like it was my life’s missing piece, I started asking different questions:

What does it mean to truly love myself?

What kind of life would I build if I knew love was inevitable—but not today?

What am I waiting for?

Because here’s the thing: I was under the impression that love would be my reward for healing. That if I did all the right things—journaled enough, glowed enough, forgave enough—I’d finally earn it.

When it didn’t show up, I thought I hadn’t done it right. So I’d go back and try again, work harder, be better, love myself more.

Until I realized:

That’s not love. That’s performance.

And it’s not what I want.

So now? I dance in my kitchen at 6AM while meal prepping.

I dance between sets at the gym.

I tell myself: I am the manifestation.

And yes—I still want a relationship.

But now, I’m no longer shrinking myself to be chosen. I’m building a foundation so solid, no man can shake it.

A guy I crushed on has a girlfriend? Cool.

Someone I was dating turns hot-and-cold? Bye.

I used to think love was the finish line. Now I know it’s a part of the journey—not the prize at the end.

So to anyone who’s ever been told “just love yourself first”—I get the eye-roll. That phrase is usually tossed around like a band-aid.

But here’s what I’ve learned:

Loving yourself isn’t a prerequisite to finding love.

Some people meet their person before doing any healing.

And others, like me, are called to build their own roots first.

Whichever path is yours—it’s valid.

⸻

Over to you, babe:

If certain words in this blog popped out at you, let me say them louder:

This is NOT about you not being worthy of your dreams.

It’s about not waiting for them to show up to start living.

Love. Your dream job. Moving abroad.

DREAM BIG—and then dream even bigger, darling.

Because you’re not behind. You’re just on your own wildly beautiful path.

Coffee cheers,

Nadia

From Glow Up to BECOMING!

I don’t know about you, but these past few weeks have cracked me wide open.

Is it the planets? The retrogrades? The pre-40 portal? Whatever it is, I’m not mad about it.

Flashback to May 2024.

I was working a soul-sucking job. I’d let myself go. And not in a “lazy” way — in a spirit-level exhaustion kind of way. My hair was always up in a bun, no makeup in sight, clothes that didn’t spark anything. I was moving, but barely living.

One day, while on a lunch break in the next town over, I saw him.

The most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on stepped out of his car and walked into a Tim Horton’s — and something in me woke up. I stared (yes, I admit it), borderline drooling. And he? Didn’t even notice me.

Now listen — I know I’m not everyone’s type. But I also know my power. I usually make heads turn when I walk in a room. So to be completely invisible? That stung.

I went home and told my daughter, and that’s when I asked for her help. As a 12-year-old beauty expert, she gave me tips on skincare, makeup, haircare… the works. I went online, created a Pinterest board, and said:

Let the glow-up begin.

Fast forward to just a few weeks ago — I’m working at the Café, and guess who walks in?

Yep. Glow-Up Man.

I nearly gasped. I had honestly forgotten about him, forgotten that he was the catalyst. But this time? He saw me. He talked to me. He even came back a second time… and this time, he didn’t touch his phone once.

For a moment, I wondered — could Glow-Up Man be The One?

Plot twist: He’s in a relationship. And probably not meant for me.

Another crush, another crash.

But here’s the magic part — I didn’t spiral. I didn’t shrink. I felt the sting, and then I channeled it. Into my healing. Into my rituals. Into my vision.

And into something new: The Becoming Binder.

Born not from desperation, but from transformation.

It’s filled with affirmations, rituals, manifestos, playlists, and pages that anchor me back to the truth: I am not waiting for someone to choose me — I am choosing myself, every single day.

This isn’t just a glow-up. This is a return.

To softness. To beauty. To desire. To wholeness.

This is BECOMING.

Introducing:

The BECOMING Prompt Pack — a dreamy + powerful freebie filled with the same kinds of prompts that cracked me wide open.

Whether you’re starting your own glow-up, healing from a heartbreak, or stepping into your main character energy… these prompts are here to guide you home to yourself.

Think of it as a journal date with your higher self — where the vibes are always warm, magical, and full of possibility.

You can grab it here [BECOMING PROMPT PACK]

Let me know if you try the “Day in the Life” one… I’d love to read what your future looks like too.

Until next time,

Coffee cheers,

Nadia

Spring Strong: A New Season, A New Strength

I’ve been really enjoying my workout routine since December. Honestly, I hadn’t given it much thought because I was just having so much fun. But recently, I paused and asked myself: How often should I switch things up so my body doesn’t get bored?

The answer? Every 4–6 weeks.

Oops!

So, I sat down and crafted a new program — something intentional, something that would stretch me (literally and mentally). The result? A fresh routine that has me so inspired and excited for this next chapter.

Why Spring Strong?

After writing down my new workout split, defining goals, and collecting new meal ideas, I realized this couldn’t just be another routine. It felt like the beginning of something bigger. And that kind of energy deserved a name.

A few ideas made the list, but I kept coming back to what felt simple and strong:

Spring Strong.

And rather than switching routines every few weeks, I’m going to let the seasons guide me. So, this is my Spring routine — and I’ll refresh it again this summer.

This season is already stirring up so many shifts — both outside and inside. I’m finally claiming something I’ve never fully allowed myself before:

I am my #1 priority.

That alone feels like a breath of fresh air. It feels like Spring.

Yes, I want to be strong physically — that gorgeous tricep line is on my vision board — but strength, to me, is also about energy, consistency, confidence, and giving myself permission to soften into my feminine energy.

Because truthfully? I’m a little tired of being the strong, resilient, independent “man of the house.”

I want to be strong in a different way now. A way that makes me feel alive, radiant, and magnetic.

What the Program Looks Like

This season’s goal is muscle growth, using a Push-Pull-Legs + Core/Cardio approach:

Weekly Split:

Monday – Push (Chest, Shoulders, Triceps)

Tuesday – Pull (Back, Biceps)

Wednesday – Cardio, Abs & Deep Stretch (led by Coach Daughter — haha!)

Thursday – Legs (Quads, Hamstrings, Glutes)

Friday – Push

Saturday – Pull

Sunday – Legs or Active Recovery (walks, yoga, etc.)

Here’s what each day looks like:

Push Day:

• Smith machine bench press

• Shoulder press

• Tricep dips

• Incline dumbbell press

• Lateral raises

• Tricep pushdowns

Pull Day:

• Pull-ups

• Barbell rows

• Bicep curls

• Lat pulldowns

• Face pulls

• Hammer curls

Leg Day:

• Split squats

• RDLs

• Leg press

• Hamstring curls

• Calf raises

• Walking lunges

Cardio + Abs:

• 20 mins treadmill or stairmaster

• Back extensions

• Plank twists

• Plank knees to elbows

• Heel touches

• Reverse crunches

• Weighted crunches

And to keep the energy fresh, I’m layering in monthly focuses:

• April: Form + Mind-Muscle Connection

• May: Progressive Overload (increasing reps, weight, or sets)

• June: Challenge Mode (tempo changes, drop sets, supersets)

Just writing all this makes me want to jump into my leggings right now… but it’s 8:20 PM, so I’ll save that energy for my 5 AM alarm instead.

(Still building my playlist, but it’s already giving main character in the gym vibes. Will share it soon!)

And as promised — here’s my before pic, featuring that tricep that’s already trying to say hello!

Supporting Myself Beyond the Gym

The workout is just one hour of the day. But what I do in the other 23 hours matters just as much.

I’m slowly building my collection of supplements and vitamins, focusing on performance, recovery, and gut health. Right now, I’m taking creatine and sneaking protein into everything I can. I also make sure everything I buy is from Amazon — free shipping, affordable, and good quality.

(I’m not sponsored — just sharing what works for me.

Here’s the [creatine I use → Sports Research Creatine Monohydrate]

And the [protein powder we love → Blessed Plant Protein - Peanut Butter Cup] )

Hydration is a non-negotiable, too. One of my favorite drinks right now is a blend of tropical juice + coconut water + a pinch of Himalayan salt — so simple and so good!

Other rituals?

• Getting enough sleep

• Daily self-care

• Grounding morning routines

And honestly? I don’t always feel like working out. There are mornings when I secretly hope my daughter says, “Can we skip today?” But I always feel amazing after, and I’m always proud I showed up.

Some mornings, I open YouTube and watch the first video that “calls” me. I treat it like a sign from my Guides. My feed is full of Abraham Hicks, Dr. Joe Dispenza, Elicia Goguen, and EFT tapping — all 15-20 mins max because let’s be real, who has time for more?

On days when I really don’t feel it?

I give myself permission to skip. No guilt, no Mean Girl talk.

And if I still want to move but need to go lighter, I adjust — and celebrate the fact that I showed up at all.

What About You?

Do you feel called to refresh your routine?

Maybe add some workouts, switch up your meals, get curious about your sleep or create a new self-care ritual?

What does your version of Spring Strong look like?

I’ll be sharing updates, progress, and reflections over on [Instagram → @growglowbecome] — come join me!

Here’s to showing up, growing stronger, and letting the light in — one rep at a time.

Coffee cheers,

Nadia

Aries Season: Your True Fresh Start

Okay, enough about me—let’s get into the fun astrology stuff.

Did you know that January 13th is National Give Up On Your New Year’s Resolution Day?

Are you one of those people who treat January like a trial month? Or maybe you’ve been wishing for another chance at a fresh start?

Well, this is your lucky day (or rather, your lucky season). Astrologically speaking, Aries season is the real new beginning—not Capricorn season.

We set goals in January because Capricorn energy is all about structure, discipline, and long-term vision. Ruled by Saturn, the planet of responsibility, it’s a powerful time for planning and laying the groundwork for success.

But if you’ve struggled to keep momentum or feel like you need a reset, Aries season is here to give you that fiery push forward.

As the first sign of the zodiac, Aries carries an electric energy—full of enthusiasm, courage, and a drive to go after what you want. If you’ve been feeling that spark of motivation lately, you’re likely tapping into this dynamic shift.

So, how can you harness this energy and truly embrace this fresh start?

1. Set Clear Goals

Aries thrives on action. Set clear, achievable goals and break them down into manageable steps. The key here? Take action. No overthinking, just movement.

2. Get Creative

Aries energy fuels inspiration and originality. Whether it’s writing, painting, brainstorming, or starting a passion project, let your creative fire burn.

3. Be True to Yourself

Aries is bold, independent, and unapologetically itself. This is your reminder to own who you are and walk your own path with confidence.

4. Be Adventurous

Ruled by Mars, Aries loves a challenge. Say yes to new experiences! Whether it’s a hiking trip, trying a new sport, or even experimenting in the kitchen, let curiosity lead the way.

5. Get Moving

Aries is one of the most physically active signs of the zodiac. Honor this energy by embracing movement—HIIT workouts, kickboxing, running, or any activity that gets your blood pumping.

Fun Aries Season Rituals to Tap Into This Energy

🔥 Mind-Mapping Your Next Big Idea

Aries season is about making bold moves, but Pisces season (right before) was all about dreaming. Now’s the time to take those dreams and start shaping them into something real.

Ritual Idea: Mind-map your vision! Write your main goal in the center of a page, then branch out with sub-ideas and action steps. Keep it nearby—when Taurus season arrives (April 19), you’ll refine and build on it.

🌹 Date Yourself

Aries rules self-love, so embrace solo time and do things that bring you joy. Take yourself out, buy yourself flowers, wear that outfit you love, try a new restaurant. Stop waiting—romance your own life.

Reminder: Enjoying your own company ≠ isolating yourself (note to self!)

Aries season is about bold action, fearless self-expression, and making things happen. Take this time to push forward, step outside your comfort zone, and truly own your fresh start.

Are you ready? Because it’s go-time.

Coffee cheers to new beginnings!

My 40’s Era: How I’m stepping into the next chapter

My 30’s were a series of Tower moments. It started great, I finally had everything most little girls dream of: The partner, the kids, the house, the stable job… yet, I was miserable.

I tried everything to “fix” myself.

I had everything I ever wanted, so I was obviously the problem!

Not only was I trying to excel at everything, I was hating myself hoping I would suddenly be happy.

I prayed for answers.

I prayed for help.

And that’s when the Tower moments started. In tarot, the Tower card is a card of complete transformation and that’s exactly what the image shows. A tall tower, on fire, with people falling out. I usually interpret it as “your life being shaken to make what isn’t meant to stay, fall out”.

When it happens in your life for real, you desperately try to hold on to ANYTHING that is being shaken out.

It gets uncomfortable real quick and you just want to get back to your comfort.

You pray, but this time you ask God to forgive you, to bring the people back into your life. It wasn’t that bad, you were just being whiny and ungrateful.

But the Universe knows better and keeps shaking. And it shakes until you finally let things fall out. 

Until you smile and say “Thank you” when you get fired from your job and have no backup.

Until you get dumped and say “OK” and have nothing but gratefulness for this person and the time you had together, however short it was.

Until you realize that was is being shaken out is only leaving to make space for better, what’s really meant for you.

Until you finally release your grasp and start trusting.

My 30’s were spent struggling, learning and trying to fix myself; and slowly brought me to unlearning, becoming, and realizing I was never broken.

It was never about needing to learn how to be better, it was about coming home to ME. Discovering WHO I am. Being curious, open & vulnerable.

It was never about fixing myself, it was about forgiving,accepting, and loving myself just as I am.

It was never about doing more, it was about BEING!

My 30’s were a crazy ride of figuring me out. 

Of being kind and patient with myself. 

Of letting go of the outside (and inside) expectations.

And finding joy in the little moments.

And now, I’m entering my 40’s with the knowledge that I still have so much of this adventurous journey ahead.

Feeling more confident, secure, and happy.

I think it’s when you finally accept that you don’t have all the answers that you can truly begin to enjoy life.

It’s not about figuring it out. It’s not about finding success, love, or anything.

It’s about enjoying the ride, wherever it may take you, because you now trust that the Universe might actually know what it’s doing.

It’s not about forcing yourself into places and relationships where you don’t belong so you can satisfy this need to fit in, it’s about embracing life fully, building something beautiful for yourself, and becoming so magnetic that the right people and opportunities naturally find you - allowing you to create your own version of success.

If my 30’s were so chaotic but turned out to be the best years of my life, I am excited to see what my 40’s will bring.

Less resistance.

More trust.

More JOY!

So, coffee cheers to growing, glowing and becoming more ME authentically

in the next decade!

40 lessons by 40

Just the thought of making this list was scary. Like… did I even learn 40 lessons in my entire life?! LOL. But here we are, and I promise these aren’t your usual “drink more water” lessons (though, yes, hydration is key).

So, without further delay… let’s get into it:

1. The most recent lesson is the first one I want to share.

Every morning, I open YouTube and see what videos my Guides have queued up for me (because yes, I’ve decided they talk to me through social media, videos, and oddly specific Instagram quotes). This week, I got “I Gave Up, and the Universe Delivered.”

The gist? Your life purpose is joy. Not to hustle more, fix more, or do more. Just to stay in the high-vibe vortex and feel good.

Honestly, that takes a whole lot of pressure off. Right?!

2. Need clarity? Ask yourself: What advice would I give my daughter?

Then go do that. Immediately.

3. Similar thought: If your son treated his future partner the way your partner treats you, would you be proud?

If the answer is no… you already know what to do. Run.

4. Say YES and figure out the HOW later.

You’ve done it before. You’ll do it again.

5. Speaking of which—when Ethan said he needed $5,000 for his Europe trip, I didn’t even flinch.

I just said YES. And guess what? I figured it out. So, maybe it’s time to start saying YES to myself in the same way.

6. When Adèle tells me something hurts, I instantly book her acupuncture, physio, or massage.

So why am I not doing that for myself?! Newsflash: I deserve to be cared for, too.

7. Can you do something about it right now? Yes? Do it. No? Let it go.

Example 1: Did I leave my straightener on? Text my daughter to check.

Example 2: Waking up at 3 AM worried about saving for my son’s college… when he’s THREE?! No immediate action needed. Go back to sleep.

8. “Only three more!”

Working out has taught me that when you think you cannot go on, you absolutely can. Life is the same…except there’s no instructor yelling, “Three more weeks! Three more days!” But imagine there is, and push through.

9. Rest is productive.

Yes, I’m a mom, and yes, I know you don’t always get to refill your cup all the way. But even small sips of self-care keep you going. Take them.

10. Everything tastes better in a fancy glass.

And yes, buying that new water bottle will make you drink more water. Science.

11. Move your body daily—but make it something YOU love.

Hate the gym? No problem. Dance, hike, do Pilates in your living room—just move.

12. Your body is doing miracles for you daily.

Your heart beats without you thinking about it. Your lungs fill with air on autopilot. Maybe appreciate that before you get sick and suddenly become grateful for clear sinuses.

13. We live on a floating rock in space because one sperm made it to one egg… and you don’t believe in magic?!

Okay.

14. Never say, “I’ll do it in the morning.”

Because future you is going to hate you for it. And probably not do it at all.

15. When in doubt, dance it out.

90% of problems are fixable with music and movement.

16. Feeling off? Try this:

• Hate everyone? Eat something.

• Feel like everyone hates you? Sleep.

• Hate yourself? Take a shower.

• Feel like everyone hates everyone? Go outside.

17. Romanticize your life.

Smile bigger. Take up space. If they think you’re too much, encourage them to go find less.

18. Skincare > Makeup.

You can always add glow, but nothing beats naturally radiant skin.

19. Learn from your kids.

Just because you’re the adult doesn’t mean you know everything.

20. And treat your kids with respect.

If you want them to listen to you, listen to them.

21. Learn to receive.

Stop deflecting compliments. Just say thank you. Then work your way up to accepting bigger things.

22. Does this make you happy? Yes? Keep going. No? Scrap it.

Easier said than done, but we’re working on it.

23. People don’t always want to see you succeed—they want you to stay the same.

Move in silence. Stop announcing. Start showing.

24. Treat your body, mind, and soul like you love yourself.

Because you should.

25. Spring always comes back.

And I’m not just talking about the weather.

26. The little things? They’re actually the big things.

27. Be extra kind to people in customer service.

Trust me, they need it.

28. If something doesn’t work for you, stop forcing it.

Whether it’s a manifestation method, a relationship, or a pair of jeans that makes you feel meh—let it go.

29. Your dream life? It’s not that far away.

It’s built from small, consistent choices.

30. If a stranger can change your life in 5 weeks, imagine what the right person could do in a lifetime.

31. Sometimes the Universe moves fast when you least expect it.

Stay open.

32. Your 40s are your reinvention era.

And I’m so ready for mine.

33. Becoming your best self is about unlearning just as much as it is about learning.

34. Sometimes the dream life you’re chasing isn’t actually yours—it’s just what you thought you wanted.

Take time to reimagine it.

35. Your intuition? Always right.

Even when you don’t want it to be.

36. Joy is magnetic.

The more you have, the more you attract.

37. Wear more red.

Because Venus in Aries said so.

38. You don’t have to wait until you’re rich to feel rich.

Start embodying her now.

39. There’s always another version of you waiting on the other side of a big leap.

Take it.

40. And finally—COFFEE CHEERS!

Because you already know I’m not ending this any other way.

The Woman I’ve Become

I’ll be honest—when ChatGPT first suggested that this would be a good blog post, I was a little worried.

What? Who? Like… hunh?

Then I took a moment to reflect.

What would past versions of me have to say about the woman I am today?

And, well, they’re not all impressed.

Child me wonders why I’m not married. That was our big dream—to be able to say, “We’ve been together for 50 years!”

Teen me thinks it’s cool that my kids actually want to spend time with me, so we have her vote.

20-something me is judging. HARD.

30-something me? She’s fucking proud.

And to all those versions of me, I can say: I tried. I did the best I could.

Mini Nadia, I was married. It’s a little hard to explain, but I picked a guy because I thought it was time to choose from what was available. I’m not saying he wasn’t a good person, but he definitely wasn’t my person.

So yes, I had the beautiful dress, and I got to see my family dress up and celebrate with us. But I also had the sleepless nights, the silent loneliness, the kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from a lack of rest but from trying so hard to make something work that was never meant to.

Mini Nadia, what I’m trying to say is—I kept the frog, even though he never turned into the prince. Because I didn’t believe the prince would ever come.

Parts of you were hurt, and they followed you all the way here. Parts of you that made you feel like you were asking for too much. Like you were broken. Unlovable. Too much and yet never enough. Like if you just stayed quiet long enough—figured out who you needed to be around someone—they would love you.

Mini Nadia, you believed love was something you had to work for.

And work hard, you did.

But somehow, everyone you loved left. And that only reinforced the idea that you just didn’t work hard enough. Fight enough. Love enough. That you weren’t enough.

Mini Nadia, it took us a long time, but we don’t believe those lies anymore.

I’m sorry it took me so long to see you, accept you, and love you.

And you know what really brought it home for me?

I thought about my daughter. If she came home, heartbroken over some boy, and told me she was unworthy, unlovable… My first thought was, I’d dropkick her for saying such foolish things!

And then it hit me—why, then, do I believe that about myself?

Teen me, you started something without even realizing it. When you signed up to lead the Carnival Committee, you lit a spark in us.

It was way outside your comfort zone, but you took deep breaths and pushed through. And I don’t think I ever stopped to thank you—to celebrate you—for that.

Following that, you became Student Council President, joined the Richelieu Club, organized a Forum Jeunesse (basically a leadership camp), and so much more.

You were doing the whole “say YES and figure it out later” thing way before it was a cute, Instagrammable quote.

Thank you for showing me who we could be.

You were trying to figure out who you were and who you could be in this life.

You had to grow up quickly, so this phase of your life was short-lived. But it laid a foundation stronger than you ever realized.

20-something me.

You became a mom before you even got to be a young adult. You traded one responsibility for another—only this time, it was a life.

Ethan came into your world to show you what true love really is. (And almost 19 years later, he still does.)

But with this little bundle of happiness also came a lot of tears. Friendships ended. Other moms in mom groups judged. You were so alone in a time when you needed a village.

But you did what you always do—you put your head down and made your way through.

You built a life for yourself and for him. You gave him everything you could. You weren’t celebrated, thanked, or told you were doing a good job.

But you knew. And you kept going.

You can’t take all the credit for the incredible young man he’s become—because he has a lot to contribute to that—but you deserve a whole lot of it.

Your 20s were all about other people.

It started with Ethan. Then you met the man who would become your husband.

Then your daughter came along—a real Velcro baby, glued to you every second.

You were surrounded. Overstimulated. And still… so alone.

Your 20s were all about questioning yourself:

Why aren’t I happy yet?

You had the man. The kids. The house. The job. The life.

So why weren’t you happy?

The relationship… I don’t even know what words would fit.

You felt broken. Used. Worthless.

And then, this man with the gorgeous blue eyes looked at you.

He took an interest, and you jumped right in.

You made it work.

You kept quiet because—he was doing you a favor by loving you.

You couldn’t dare ask for more.

You spent eight years without real communication.

He was there.

You were there.

That’s it.

No dreams. No deep conversations. No connection. Just two people, existing under the same roof.

You spent your 20s blaming yourself. Trying to hate yourself into happiness.

If I can just be better… If I can just be grateful enough… If I can just try harder…

And then your 30s came.

And you kept waiting.

This year will be better.

It never was.

30 turned into 31. Then 32.

You got married.

You felt alone.

You cried yourself to sleep every night.

And a few months after your wedding, you made a promise to yourself—to save your marriage.

Because you were failing. Hard.

But when you’re fighting alone, the battle is already lost.

So at 33, your world fell apart.

You were left broken. Abandoned. Betrayed.

But after the shock, the numbness, the crying, and the hate—you decided to take your power back.

Your spiritual journey began.

You journaled, you bawled, you drowned yourself in self-help.

You did the work.

You got tired.

You wanted to give up.

And somewhere along the way, you realized—this whole “self-healing” thing wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

You went from thinking you were broken and unlovable…

To thinking you needed to be fully healed before you could be worthy of love.

So when love didn’t knock, you sighed in despair.

I must not be healed enough yet.

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. HELL.

So you quit.

You took a step back from the self-proclaimed gurus and just let life flow.

And slowly, you found yourself.

Your 30s were such an amazing part of your journey. So much growth and sel-love happened.

You walked through fire, unlearning, healing, becoming. You learned how to love yourself, not in the surface-level, self-care routine way, but in the real way.

The kind of love that lets you walk away from anything that doesn’t serve you.

And finally… I see her now.

She’s strong.

She’s worthy.

She is enough.

And as I step into my 40s, all I can say is—if I loved my 30s this much, I can only imagine how incredible my 40s will be.

So, to the woman I’ve become—cheers to you.

You made it.

And you know the best is yet to come.

Coffee cheers to 40!

The Morning Routine That Actually Works (No 5AM Alarm Required)

I get it, sleep is amazing. We barely get enough as it is, so why in the world would I want to be an early bird?

About 10 years ago, I won a copy of the book “A Miracle Morning”. I saw the tagline “transform your life before 8AM”, I laughed and laughed and put the book away. No way.

Fast forward a few months, my toddler was needing a little less constant attention and I felt like maybe I could think about picking up a book again.

I went to my bookshelf and started combing through what I had.

Too big.

Too boring.

Too educational..

Until I grabbed the Miracle Morning and thought “maybe this one is just right” it’s a small book and the text is quite big. Ease my way into it.

As soon as I opened it though, my life was transformed. After a few chapters I had already decided that I would become a morning person.

At around the same time, I had started an online fitness business and the book made it very clear - miracles would happen.

So, I set my alarm for 5:45AM and got everything ready for my morning S.A.V.E.R.S. (Silence, affirmations, visualization, exercise, reading, and scribing).

Day after day.

Tired or not.

Up all night with the kiddos or not.

I was up at 5:45.

But my life didn’t change.

My business didn’t pick up.

Other than being exhausted, this morning routine thing brought nothing to me.

So, I turned off the alarm and decided that sleep would be much better for me anyways.

I would wake up to the sound of the kiddos. Jump out of bed and straight into the chaos of the day.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that even though my morning routine didn’t make me a millionaire, it did make me a better mom. 

A calmer mom.

A more patient mom.

A mom who had a moment to herself before being needed by everyone else.

I made a plan. Not as intense as the S.A.V.E.R.S., but something that would save me.

It was the best decision - ever!

I made sure it fit my needs and my schedule.

I also made sure it could be switched around. One morning, I would say my affirmations as I waited for my coffee. The other, I would stretch my tired body. I could just wake up and ask myself, “What do you need right now?” and not feel guilty if the answer was reading in bed.

Phew! Okay!

Let’s get back to the present moment.

10 years later.

With one kid away to University and a teenager who sleeps all day.

My alarm no longer needs to be set for 5:45 to get some quiet morning time that’s for sure, but there’s something about the peacefulness of mornings that you just don’t get past 8AM.

I’m not saying you need to make a drastic change, but I’m saying that if your body insists of waking you up at 4AM - instead of fighting it, embrace it!

Get your favourite mug for your coffee, slap on some under eye patches, pick your card of the day and journal about it. Find a morning yoga flow on YouTube or an EFT tapping session that you want to try.

Move slowly. Quietly.

Romanticize the moment of stillness before the day begins.

Don’t write down a structured plan because that is the best way to NOT want to do any of it, instead ask yourself: “What do I need right now?”

Here are some of my favourite things to do to make it a great morning:

- Affirmations

- Card of the day & journal

- Meditation or EFT (make a playlist on YouTube so you don’t waste your precious morning time looking for the perfect video)

- Yoga flow (again, build the playlist ahead of time)

Or if you’re running a little late, put an earbud in and listen to a podcast while doing your hair and makeup.

If it all seems too boring for you - have a dance party! It gets the blood flowing and you can’t help but have a smile on your face. (Here’s my Happy Morning playlist. Feel free to dance it out!)

Tell me, what are you most excited to try?

Share your morning routine with us and inspire others to hop on the Magical Morning train.

Coffee Cheers,

Nadia

If Money Wasn’t an Issue… What Would You Do?

We’ve all seen this question before. Maybe on a vision board prompt or a late-night Instagram scroll. We pause for a second, let our mind wander, and then dismiss it.

Not realistic.

Too indulgent.

I should probably say something noble, like volunteering in 10 different ways. (No? Just me?)

But this time, it was different.

He was right in front of me, sipping his coffee, when he asked.

He didn’t need an answer right away, but I knew he’d come back to it. So I couldn’t brush it off this time.

The next day, I sat with the question again: If money wasn’t an issue, what would I do?

Instead of vague dreams, I decided to write down my Ideal Day—a day I could repeat over and over and still feel happy and fulfilled. A day that left space for spontaneous adventures, day dates with friends, or exciting new projects.

A day that looks a little like:

Waking up with the sunrise, sipping my espresso in bed.

Reading, writing, or whatever feels good and creative.

Falling in love with cooking again.

A good workout session…and plenty of space for spontaneity.

And when I looked at that list… I got mad.

I called him immediately.

“I’m mad!” I said. “I look at this list, and it’s all stuff I could do now. So why am I not doing it?”

He smiled. “Because most people won’t even think about it.”

That answer stuck with me.

The list was cute and all, but the next question hit me fast: How do I make money from this?

I sat down with my friend ChatGPT (yes, I mean this one), brainstormed ideas, and—well, you’re looking at one of them.

I always find my way back to content creation, but this time, I have a vision. A plan.

Welcome to Grow, Glow & Become—a space where I share:

• Morning rituals & coffee moments

• My journey learning a new language for travel adventures

• Author aesthetics & cozy bookish vibes

• Walks to markets, rediscovering a love for cooking

• Fitness, wellness & feeling strong in my body

• Evening Moon manifestation rituals

It’s a lot, yes, but it’s all me. And maybe some of it speaks to you, too.

Take this time right now - what would your ideal day look like? If money wasn’t an issue, how would you spend it? Write it down. You might be surprised at how much of it is already within reach.

So, grab your coffee and get comfy.

Welcome to my world.

Coffee Cheers,

Nadia