Feed the Right Wolf

or get consumed by the wrong one

Stepping into a life of balance and peace can feel overwhelming—heck, downright terrifying—at first. We’re so conditioned to be cogs in the wheel of a system that doesn’t care if we thrive, just as long as we keep spinning. And when your eyes finally snap open to reality, the emotions can come flooding in—anger, hurt, sadness, despair. Been there.

But flip that coin over and suddenly—bam—you’ve got a spark. That spark fans into flames, and those flames? They awaken the fire deep inside that was just waiting for you to notice it.

The other night during our family movie ritual (popcorn mandatory), we watched Tomorrowland. In it, they quote a Cherokee legend: there are two wolves, always fighting. One is darkness and despair. The other is light and hope. Which one wins? The one you feed.

Simple. Profound. And, let’s be real, a total gut punch.

So here’s my two cents: feed the wolf of light and hope. Every single day. Because feeding it is transcending. It builds union. It builds wholeness. And it builds a life that feels a whole lot less like “barely surviving” and a whole lot more like thriving.

The one who wins is the the one you feed.

Learning to Sit Still (Without Losing My Mind)

I’ve been practicing stillness, silence, and rest by cutting down on the constant “consumption” of the world. And no, I don’t mean food—I’m talking about the endless scroll, the comparison game, the race to be shinier than the next person.

I’m learning to get comfortable with myself—no comparison, no competition. I already have a divine purpose, even if I don’t fully understand it yet. And here’s the kicker: I don’t need to be someone else. I don’t need to copy-paste anyone’s life. I’m already divine just the way I am. (Yes, I said it. Cue Beyoncé playing in the background.)

This doesn’t mean I’m tossing all my wellness practices in the compost pile. Nah. I’m still eating in a way that nourishes me, moving my body in ways that feel good (not like punishment), and seeking knowledge every chance I get. Because no matter how old or wise you think you are, there’s always room for more growth. Always.

From Consuming to Creating Joy

Somewhere along the way, I drifted from my roots in nature. Instead of joy from the inside out, I got sucked into chasing it through things—consuming, numbing, pretending. Substances became my bandaid. My way of “feeling normal.” But let’s be real—what even is normal?

Truth bomb: I vibrate at a different frequency than “Normies,” and you know what? I’m done apologizing for it. Acceptance feels so much better than trying to squeeze into a mold that was never made for me.

Approval? Hard Pass.

Here’s the thing: I don’t need to justify my choices, beliefs, or lifestyle to anyone. Approval? Already got it—from my Creator. Don’t need a like button for that.

If more people found this kind of inner peace, they wouldn’t be so defensive or easily offended all the time. (Seriously, why are people so touchy these days? Like, chill.) Confidence isn’t about fixing others—it’s about radiating security so strongly that others start to believe they can have it too.

And no, that doesn’t mean coddling people or bowing down to their every belief or conviction. You can show love and respect without selling yourself short.

Wrapping It Up (With Some Real Talk)

These are just my thoughts. For all I know, this could be my own conviction and I could be totally off. But if that were the case, it would feel heavy and false. Instead, writing this out feels light, true, and freeing.

So if you want to keep following along on this wild ride of enlightenment, smash that subscribe button like you’re mad at it. I’ll keep sharing my messy thoughts, a sprinkle of sass, a few life lessons, and a shit ton of recipes you can actually try out in your own kitchen.

Because balance doesn’t have to be boring—it can be delicious, hilarious, and freeing all at the same time.

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