Moon Phase: 🌕 Full
Moon in: Aquarius ♒︎ — guiding me to zoom out, breathe deeper, and think bigger.

I was awakened by the birds singing their morning songs.

I dragged my sacred behind into the pool and baptized myself in chlorine and ambition before consciousness dared contest. The water felt like a womb—warm, weightless, and forgiving. A sacred place where gravity lets go and the body remembers what flow means.

It was not just exercise— it was an exorcism.

I’m fasting—not just from food, but from distraction, from the numbing. From the glow of the drive-thru menu board that beckons, “Just one more time…”. I’m stepping away from the ritual of unwrapping shame delivered in heavily branded paper bags. I’ve disengaged the autopilot that steers me directly into the comfortable prison I built myself. I’m surrendering to a new authority, one that remembers what nourishment is.

I smudge… I pray… I consider my place within the Universe… I fill the bottom of my lungs.

The moon is in Aquarius tonight—a sign of rebellion, truth, and future-self freedom.
Fitting, really, since I’ve been negotiating peace talks between several versions of myself that usually start bickering around 3 p.m.—when the cravings creep in. There’s Past-Me. Past-Me copes with Taco Bell. There’s Present-Me, who writes in sacred hunger. And there’s Future-Me, who somehow has the energy to wash and fold on the same day.
They share one body but have wildly different priorities.

Under this Aquarius moon, for once, they’re all looking in the same direction: forward.

This blog is my mirror—my breadcrumb trail back to myself. A confessional wrapped in sacred humor and sweatpants. Made up of flashes of science, spiritual chaos, awkward wit, and unfiltered vulnerability.

I’m not mapping the path—I’m just walking it out loud.

Each post will follow the rhythm of the moon, because her pull feels more honest than any number ever did.

I’m not chasing control—I’m chasing connection.

With my body. With time. With something ancient and steady.

Not to be good, but to be whole.

Not to be perfect, but to be here.

Goodbye cravings,
Goodbye shame,
Goodnight Moon 🌕