I’ve arrived!

Coming Home to Myself

I am finally in my new home.

It’s been almost a year—a grand adventure, really. And now, as I return to a more settled life, I find myself filled with reflection, excitement… and a touch of nostalgia for the past twelve months.

A Moment of Clarity

Earlier this week, I was sitting in my office when my son wandered in for a chat. He looked at me and said something that stopped me in my tracks:

"You look whole again."

Then he paused and added, almost apologetically, that I had looked empty before. He wondered if it had something to do with how I’d been living and working.

And honestly, I think he’s right.

I’m not back to full health just yet—not after living nomadically for a year, with a disrupted diet and little time for martial arts. But what he saw in me wasn’t just about physical wellbeing. It was something deeper.

Returning to Purpose

When I reflect on the journey I’ve taken—back to my mission, back to myself—I’d agree: I do feel whole again.

These days, I start each morning with a moment of quiet. I look ahead and let the day show me its shape: the tone, the rhythm, what truly needs my attention.

It’s rarely what’s at the top of my to-do list. And yet, somehow, the to-do list still gets done.

There’s no drama or internal debate. I just… see it. And do.

Some days are slower. Some days I feel off. The list is shorter. But the actions I take are always aligned with what’s really possible that day.

Living a Guided Life

This is how I live now.
It’s also what I teach.

I call it a guided life.

But guided by whom?

To me, it’s still me—just not the part of me that’s weighed down by old stories, reactive emotions, or habitual thinking. It's the part that holds more perspective. Some people call it wisdom, or intuition, or common sense.

Finding the Guide Within

All I knew when I started was this: everything I’d read and observed about the human experience pointed to the idea that we each have access to this inner guidance.

So I made a choice: to find it in myself.

And then—I followed it. I followed the thoughts that came not with urgency or fear, but with calm clarity. Over time, I learned to feel the difference. Some thoughts carried a knowing, a tone, or a feeling that made them stand out.

I followed them.
I experimented.
I learned, through trial and error, which ones to trust.

The Result?

A more meaningful, aligned, and beautiful life.
For me—and for my boys.

Your Turn:

What might change if you paused and listened for that wiser part of yourself—before making your next decision?

What could your day look like if you let it unfold, instead of trying to force it?