Release2Receive:
What Selling My Bougie Bed Taught Me
I remember the first time I got called “bougie.” It was a Wednesday, Showmars had their Wednesday fish sandwich special, and I was in the back seat of a co-worker’s car, gushing about this incredible Bernhardt bed I had just scored for $650. Heavy pewter, king-size, six feet tall, and shaped like an iron gate. It was art. I had looked it up and saw it retailed for over $2,000. I was proud of myself. My co-worker, though, just said, “Girl, you are so bougie.”
And for a moment, it stung. But now? I wear it like a badge.
I’ve nicknamed myself “The Recovering BOUGIE Hoarder”
The Beauty in Holding On… and the Power in Letting Go
I’ve always had an eye for beautiful things, things with texture, story, or potential. And over the years, I’ve collected them: furniture, fabric, dishes, notebooks, frames. But at some point, I realized all these beautiful things outside of me were taking up the space I needed to express the beautiful things inside me.
Last week, I did something I never thought I’d do: I sold my bed!
My prized, bougiest possession.
Everyone who knows me was stunned. But something in me had shifted.
I’m in a season I call releasing.
Sorry. Can’t. Releasing. Bye.
I’m releasing the need to hold onto stories that no longer serve me.
I’m releasing how I thought my creativity had to look.
I’m releasing roles I played in spaces that didn’t value the fullness of me.
Releasing, not because it’s easy. But because I know that everything I want has been waiting for the room to arrive.
And yes, that includes my voice, my healing practice, and my creativity, which is flowing again in the most unexpected ways. Including a new collection of tees that say exactly what I couldn’t for years:
SORRY. CAN’T. RELEASING. BYE.
It’s a boundary. It’s a breakthrough. It’s a whole season in four words.
What About You?
So here’s my invitation:
What are you being called to release right now?
What is taking up sacred space that’s meant for something better, bolder, or simply more you?
And if you’ve already released something and started receiving on the other side, I’d love to celebrate that too.
Drop it in the comments. Let’s normalize the journey of “releasing to receive”.
And if you’re in your own “Releasing Season” too…
I’ve got something coming that’s made just for you.
Flourish in 2025: A Story of Growth
I haven’t eaten a lentil since I graduated high school in the late eighties. To say I’m not a fan would be an understatement. Yet, this month, I found myself eating perfectly sautéed salmon paired with savory lentils. It wasn’t an instant favorite, but I ate every bite—and even went back for leftovers the next day.
The Lentil Seed
This lentil seed, left unnoticed on the counter, found just enough moisture to sprout—proof that even the smallest seeds can grow in unexpected places.
Before last week, I probably couldn’t even identify a lentil. It certainly wasn’t on my bucket list. But somehow, this humble lentil has become part of my first story of 2025.
While putting away dishes, I noticed something unexpected on the drying mat—a single lentil seed that had sprouted. It found just enough moisture to flourish, hidden and alone, in less-than-ideal circumstances.
If you know me, you won’t be surprised by what came next. This sprouted seed instantly reminded me of ONE GOOD SEED and how even the smallest action, belief, or idea can grow in the most unlikely conditions.
We’re just days into 2025, and my word for this year is “Flourish”. Last year’s word, “Triple”, brought me an overflow of blessings that I’m sharing with all of you.
This year, I invite you to reflect on your one word, one action, or one good seed that could flourish in this new season. May your story begin with a seed that finds just enough to sprout—and thrive.
LOL (lots of love),
Kimblyn
Embrace the Beauty of the Path: What a Simple Walk Taught Me
On a recent walk, I veered off my usual route and decided to stroll through our local Veteran’s Memorial Park. As I navigated the brick path, the familiar rhythm of my footsteps felt different. I started paying attention to the brick pattern as if telling me to slow down and really see. Embrace the beauty of the unexpected, right? I stopped to capture the moment, and I want you to see what I saw. Here's that photograph.
Brick path through Veteran’s park
Reflections from the Park
The bench whispered, "Rest if you need to, just don't stop." Sometimes life throws us curves, but a pitstop is not the end of the road.
I couldn't help but think, you're on a path—just keep going. We all have destinations in mind, but the real gift is the journey.
Shortcuts, oh, those unexpected gifts. We choose them thinking they're easier, but it's never too late to realize each path has its own set of invaluable lessons.
Fast-forward a few days, another shortcut presented itself. This time, a pallet of unused bricks was the main character, staged for a new building being built next door. I was suddenly transported back to that brick path in Veteran’s Park. It's amazing how the universe nudges us with these recurring moments of inspiration.
In-the-Moment Insights
As a mentor, I find that I often see your "bricks"—your talents, your gifts, your unique skills—and can visualize the incredible path you could build. I’m leaning into how to show up for others in this space.
And don't underestimate your bricks. They are strong, enduring, and made to collaborate. Sometimes all you need is a new perspective to see how they fit together.
Reflecting at Sunset
I have my bricks, my pieces of self that I know like the back of my hand. But I've learned that only a higher power truly knows my path.
Ever feel like a jumbled pile of bricks? The beauty is, there’s a divine architect who knows exactly how to arrange them into a perfect path.
And here's that second photo — a pallet of bricks, each waiting for its place in a grander scheme. What do you see?
