There’s something sacred about the halfway point. June arrives not with a bang, but with a quiet invitation—to pause, to reflect, and to rise. It marks the soft landing between seasons, where spring’s blooming energy gives way to summer’s bold light. It’s here, in this in-between, that we’re called to emerge—not as someone new, but as more of who we already are. With six months behind and six ahead, the question isn’t “What now?”—but “What wants to come forward?” Let this be the month we step out of waiting and into becoming.

Although this month I've been less active on the blog, I have been able to kick out a post or two here and there:

• May Nail Files: I am enjoying keeping documentation of my nail designs

• Life Lately: Giving reason why I've been less active

• Sip Trip Roundup: A recap of all five (well...last four) Saturdays of Coffee Lewks.

I almost didn't do this one! If I got time to scroll, I got time to produce and not consume. I am also pulling myself out of the blackhole rut I felt I was in last week. My energy was low and I was a ball of mixed emotions. I will NOT allow dark clouds to linger and woes swallow me up. I've had some spiritual awakenings which confirms what I was already brewing to myself in areas of my life: health, style, career and home life. Expectations are changing and developed for the better. I love being challenge mode. It keeps me on my toes and keeps me from being complacent. As I was deliberating on the theme of this month; Emerge stood out to me and I want to anchor into this theme with a quiet strength, honor and honesty. I can't even tell you what I have in store this month, lol. I'm still relishing and reflecting from May. I know, I know, I know...I owe yall my boudoir shots **slowly hides**

As June unfolds, I’m holding space for the shift—not just in seasons, but in roles, rhythms, and relationships. Mason’s graduation is a full-circle moment that no "La Maze" class or babyshower celebration could’ve prepared me for. There’s no handbook for watching your child become a young man, for learning how to parent with open hands, not just open arms. The days of playdates and snack bags have quietly given way to college prep and heartfelt talks—and while I’m so proud. He's the first graduate of not just HS but Team No Coddle. I continuously let him know how in awe I am of how he's handle great responsibility most kids don't face until now or even later. My baby is resilient and I have the biggest smile beaming and bragging on the success of our program. I’m also marinating in emotions I didn’t see coming becuz well...empty nesting-YES; but also the test of the foundation starts now and I gotta clip them wings.

This part of parenting isn’t picture-perfect. It’s raw. It’s tender. It’s sacred.I’m not OK, but I’ll be alright.Because he’s emerging, and in many ways, so am I.

THANK YOU ALL for the congrats, donations, words of encouragement and overall support during this time. We appreciate it and I'm open for all tips n tricks on how to navigate these new waters.