What does it mean to live with intention?

Not the hustle version - where every hour is optimized and every goal is chased. No. I’m talking about the kind of intentional living that feels like coming home to yourself.

If you’ve stumbled in here, chances are you’re carrying a lot. Maybe quietly, maybe with a smile that hides the wear and tear. I see you.

That’s right. Composting. You know how the forest takes what’s dead, fallen, and discarded and turns it into rich, fertile soil? That’s what we’re doing here. Gathering up the old stories, the burnout, the tiny (and big) heartbreaks, and turning them into something alive and beautiful.