Hello Friends! Happy Friday!
What a whirlwind week it's been! Before getting into the updates, let me share a couple of exciting things. First off, did you hear the news? Dear Headspace just hit 1 million downloads!
It's been an incredible journey co-hosting alongside some amazing people like Eve, Dora, Kessonga, Sam, and our fantastic host
. Answering your questions has been a blast! So, thank you all for listening.Also, this week, I had the pleasure of flipping the script on my bestie Sahara Rose's podcast. We talked about her recent album drop, a testament to her resilience and creativity after navigating through some of life's darkest moments. It's amazing how setbacks often lead to our greatest triumphs, don't you think? I’ve seen this girl rise from the ashes, and I couldn’t be more proud. Check out the Interview on YouTube [Link] and also, please check out her album on Spotify! It’s a vibe. [Link]
Now, onto the main event! a week from today, I'll be jetting off to London to speak at the World Happiness Summit alongside an incredible panel. If you're in the area, grab your tickets [here] and swing by for a book signing—I'd love to see you there :) Now, let's talk about a recent development that's been on my mind since 2020.
I've been pondering the idea of pursuing my Masters degree for a while now. Balancing a full-time career and the desire for further education seemed daunting, but after diving into volunteer work with Re-Evolution last year, I found the clarity and motivation I had been looking for.
The picture above is my sixth-grade class pic. I remember that day vividly. It was my uniform, and I remember my mom telling me not to wear black. So I wore my 96’ shirt that had a little white in it. At the time, I was struggling in school; I was eleven years old and had just turned my essay in about how important Nirvana was to music because, naturally, at the time, it was my favorite band. I’m even wearing my favorite Nirvana necklace that someone ended up stealing in P.E. a few years later. And as much as I like to try to practice non-attachment, I still think about it. Anyway, back to this picture. My sixth-grade teacher was Mrs. Whitehead; she was my favorite teacher and always encouraged me. At the time, I was struggling because, well, we were dealing with a lot of gang violence in the area, and we were experiencing a lot of fighting in school. There was a particular incident between two of my friends, we will call them Adam and Jorge, who were from rival gang families. I remember Mrs. Whitehead during one of my detentions, cause yes, I also did get into trouble, she would ask me how it worked and how I was able to be friends with ‘both.’ I told her that I just was.