This morning felt different. Like the kind of different that makes you stop mid-sip of your hot lemon water and really be in the moment.

I had just finished a little gardening, letting my hands press into the grass, reconnecting with the earth the way I imagine my ancestors once did—gardening with purpose, with hope, with knowing. It’s always so quiet in the morning after it snows, except for the sound of the birds gossiping in the trees and the occasional whoosh of a car passing by. But in that moment, I felt a shift, like something in the air had changed.

It took me back to high school, riding the Metro from Minnesota Ave to Stadium Armory, grabbing an Express newspaper from a vendor who really didn’t give you a choice in the matter. (If you know, you know.) The first thing I’d do? Flip straight to the back to read my horoscope. It wasn’t just a routine; it was how I set my intentions for the day—before I even knew what ‘setting intentions’ meant. Spiritual work was already in me, long before I understood what it was.

Back then, I dreamed of having my own newspaper column, like Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City. I imagined sitting at a café, typing away, spilling my thoughts into words that would land in the hands of people just like me. And later on for a while, I did just that. Blogging in its golden era—before The Shade Room turned us into messy gossip vultures and turned all artists against us—it was something special. I got invites to artist showcases, PR packages from brands like LottaBody (a moment of appreciation, please), and most importantly, the freedom to write from my soul.

And then life, as it always does, shifted.

Writing took a backseat. Responsibilities piled up. My journals, once a trusted guide, sat untouched. But recently, I felt called to pick it all back up again. After I post this, my site analytics will send me a notification that as of today, I’ve been publishing with a 55-day streak.

Last night, I shuffled my tarot deck, took a deep breath, and pulled a single card: Six of Wands.

Victory. Success. A reminder that I’ve already won, that the battle—whatever it was—has been fought and conquered. And now? Now is the time to enjoy it, to soak in the moment, to allow myself to feel like a winner.

So that’s my intention today. I woke up victorious. I poured my lemon water victorious. Slapped on my waist trainer victorious…lol. I stepped outside and felt the morning air victorious.

And if you needed the reminder, you’ve already won, too friend.

Xoxo, Drea