In my last blog, I shared why vision boards aren’t just for New Year’s resolutions. They’re invitations, at any time of the year, to pause, re-center, and ask what really matters now. But I also know what month it is: May. For so many, May is one of the busiest stretches of the year.

At the beginning of this year, I was invited to guide a vision board session for our local Humane Society team. It was such an honor, and honestly, deeply moving. These are people working in one of the most emotionally intense environments, caring for animals and navigating heartbreak on a daily basis. Their work is sacred and often unseen.

For decades, I held space for others. As a psychologist, educator, and helper, I was trained to be steady - to show up, to contain, to care. I loved the work. I still do. But somewhere along the way, I stopped noticing how much of myself I was pouring out and how little I was pouring back in.

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.