The Public Garden is such a magical place in Boston. I spent my last evening of the long weekend strolling the park and taking in the beautiful city lights glistening on the pond. With my journal in hand, I sat on a bench and wrote out my intentions for the week.
Preparing for the days ahead by centering myself has been so helpful in staying grounded through stressful times.
Whenever I’m feeling uneasy, I just go back to my intentions and remember all the beauty around me.
Living with intention is key to a purposeful life- so don’t forget to take in those mindful moments of sitting in the park or enjoying the city lights. ✨
Each moon cycle I set an intention. On occasion I hope for something tangible, such as securing a new job or accomplishment, and other times I aim to let something go.
As the moon phases pass, I try to release what no longer serves, focus on improving myself, and live by the intentions I set.
This past New Moon, my intention was strength.
Strength means a lot of things to me. It can mean being assertive and confident, resilient through life’s challenges, or living with grace and grit. Strength has helped me pick up and move across the country, walk into interviews with ease, and hold my head high when life tried to pull me down.
I used to try and be a chameleon in life, seeking to fit in so I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. Not anymore. I have learned how standing in my truth has helped me get into alignment with the right people, opportunities, but most importantly, my own self.
It’s okay to stand out in the crowd… and it’s a beautiful thing to be different. Instead of lowering my head or watering myself down, my intention is to be strong and secure- no matter what life brings my way.
Read about Friday’s Full Moon here.
It’s been a beautiful day in Boston, and I spent 11/11 doing the things that inspire me, bring me peace, and give me hope for the future.
Spending time in the Back Bay never fails to center me. It’s my favorite neighborhood in the city, and gave me a sense of home after moving here from New York City. From the quaint shops on Newbury Street to the tranquil aura of the Public Garden, I felt like I was taking an Uptown stroll to Central Park.
I used to think my future was in New York, but Boston has proved to be a much calmer, more relatable city to me. I moved here by myself, quickly creating my own home, new hopes and big dreams.
Wherever you go, there you are- and I’ve grown to love who I am here in Boston.
As I walked through the garden and sat by the Swan Pond, I thought of everything I hope for my future to hold. At precisely 11:11AM, I journaled in my notebook and admired the autumn colors all around me. One day, I dream of a home of my own where I can walk out my front door and enjoy the park. I dream of endless days writing on a park bench, inspiring others to fulfill their dreams, and being fully self sufficient.
Over the past couple of years I have had to take a few steps back to move forward- and I’ve grown stronger in the process. In a city where old meets new, I’m confident I was guided to come here- and with time, I know I’ll move even closer to embodying my purpose.