2013: The Year I Chose Alignment

Jan 3
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Journal Entry

By the time 2013 arrived, I had been living in survival mode for so long I’d forgotten what it felt like to simply breathe.

In 2012, I was the woman who "had it all handled." On the outside, I was excelling in a demanding role at a behavioral analysis firm. Inside, I was hollow—exhausted by the relentless routine and the quiet, heavy weight of being the one who appeared to be hold everything together. Then, the universe forced my hand. In September, a flood displaced us. In a single night, the physical walls of my "home" simply disappeared.

The months that followed were a blur of searching for solid ground. I moved in with someone I was dating, but that temporary safety was fragile, and it eventually shattered too. My body began to speak the truths my mind was trying to ignore; a diagnosis and a medical procedure served as a harsh reminder that I was carrying years of unprocessed stress in my very bones.

By December, I found myself moving into my ex-husband’s apartment with my three children. My entire life was packed into a storage unit—where it would sit, untouched, for eight years. Everything I owned was in boxes. Everything I was, was reduced to survival.

Choosing alignment in 2013 with no illusions of control. No safety net. No buffer.

On March 6th, I sat for a 90-minute session with a psychic. I wasn’t looking for a rescue; I was looking for clarity. I needed to know that the quiet voice inside me wasn't crazy. She spoke of order, money, and the need for structure, but mostly, she spoke of a path that required deep trust and discernment.

What I walked away with wasn’t a prediction. It was permission.

I finally had permission to believe that my dreams weren’t reckless. I realized that the chaos I was living through wasn't a punishment—it was a recalibration. My life wasn't falling apart; it was being stripped to the studs so I could rebuild it on my own terms.

2013 wasn’t the year the storm cleared. It was the year I stopped trying to hide from it.

I didn’t have a perfect five-year plan. I just had a willingness to stop abandoning myself for the sake of "stability." I made a soul-level commitment to build a life that could actually hold my creativity and my sovereignty, no matter how long the construction took.

Looking back from 2026, the throughline is so clear. My businesses, my art, the intentional way I curate my home. It all traces back to that moment of total stripping away. I chose alignment when I had nothing else left to lose.

I see now that 2013 wasn't my breaking point. It was my foundation.