Still Here Blog

In 2022, sitting in a therapist’s waiting room, my body told me the truth my training wouldn’t: waiting was costing me. No More Waiting was born in that moment — not as a slogan, but as a decision to survive.

I thought horses were tools growing up. Turns out they were teachers all along. Sometimes horses heal what the world breaks.

Two years after losing my dad, I still hear his voice when I cast a line. Fishing taught me patience, grit, and a love that never really leaves.

I spent years fighting my own mind like it was an enemy. When I stopped trying to control the noise and just sat with it — my “monkey mind” — I found moments of quiet I’d never been able to win by force.