ALICIA

Flow has been my word lately. Not in a everything is perfect way, but in a learning to trust the process way. I think we’re taught to always be in control and have a clear plan, but real life doesn’t always work like that. Sometimes you’re figuring things out as you go, and that doesn’t mean you’re lost. It just means you’re moving. I’m trying to lean into that more and trust that things are unfolding the way they’re supposed to, even if I can’t see the full picture yet. If y

I used to think journaling had to look a certain way, like it had to be deep or perfectly written every single time. But lately, I’ve let that go. Now it’s just a place where I can be honest. Some days it’s one page, some days it’s a few sentences, and some days I skip it. There are no rules anymore. It’s less about creating something and more about clearing my mind. What I’ve noticed is that even the messiest entries help the most. Getting thoughts out of my head and onto pa

I’ve been in this mindset of wanting less, not in a restrictive way but in a clarity way. When things feel cluttered, whether it’s my space or my mind, everything just feels heavier than it needs to be. Instead of doing a massive cleanout, I’ve been focusing on small resets. One drawer, one section of my closet, even my phone. Deleting apps, organizing photos, clearing out notes I don’t need anymore. It all adds up in a way that feels manageable. There’s something really grou

Meal planning used to feel like the most boring task ever. I would avoid it until I had no groceries left and no choice. But I realized it wasn’t the meal planning itself, it was how I was approaching it. What made it more enjoyable was turning it into something I actually look forward to. I started choosing a theme for the week so I’m not overwhelmed with decisions. I stick to a few meals I genuinely like instead of forcing myself to eat things just because they’re healthy.

I recently started reading Survival of the Richest , and it’s one of those books that makes you pause and really think about the systems we’re all living in. It dives into how some of the most powerful people are preparing for the future, and not necessarily in ways that benefit everyone else. The author is a humanist and basically met with the world's 5 richest guys who were interested in if navy seals could protect their bunker and how to keep people in line down there. IKR

A gentle reminder that you’re not behind in life. Thoughts on growth, uncertainty, and learning to move at your own pace without pressure.

There’s something really interesting happening in fashion right now. It feels less about chasing loud trends and more about refining your personal uniform. The trendiest outfits aren’t the most complicated ones, they’re the ones that feel intentional without trying too hard. I keep seeing structured pieces paired with relaxed basics, like a sharp blazer over a simple tank or tailored trousers styled with sneakers. It’s all about balance, and honestly, it feels refreshing. Acc

She was supposed to be my forever friend. But people grow. And sometimes they grow out  of each other. There was no big fight. Just slow distance. Misunderstood texts. Vibes off. And finally, silence. I mourned it like a breakup. Because it was. What I learned: not every friendship ends because of betrayal. Some just expire. And that doesn’t make it less meaningful. It makes it human. I still love her, the her she used to be to me. I just love me more. And letting go was the

Words can rewire you. These did for me. "The Mountain Is You" by Brianna Wiest  — Taught me to stop abandoning myself. "Rest Is Resistance" by Tricia Hersey  — Gave me permission to slow down. "Women Who Run With the Wolves" by Clarissa Pinkola Estés  — Woke up something wild in me. "Attached" by Amir Levine  — Explained what my therapist tried to. "All About Love" by bell hooks  — A Bible on how to return to love. These books weren’t just highlights and underlines. They were

I used to have 37 tabs open. Spiritually and literally. Now, I use digital systems that feel like aromatherapy: calm, clean, easy to navigate. Here’s how I stay organized without over-functioning: Notion:  My life hub. Weekly planner, content calendar, goals. Everything lives here. Google Calendar:  Color-coded and shared with no one. iCloud Notes:  For ideas on the go. Recipes, captions, quotes. Email folders:  Create ones like "Hold," "Reply by Friday," and "Inspiration." T

Sunday is my sacred day. No errands. No calls. Just space to come back to myself. I start slow. Oil my scalp. Change my sheets. Reorganize one drawer. Read one chapter. I light incense and water my plants. I listen to a podcast that feeds me. I clean, not to be productive, but to create peace. I plan, not to be perfect, but to feel prepared. It’s my weekly love letter to my future self. And I guard it like a boundary, because it is.

I don’t plan to be busy. I plan to feel held. Every Sunday, I sit with my planner and my tea. I ask, “What needs my energy this week? What can wait?” I start with anchors—non-negotiables like dancing, movement, and writing time. Then soft structure: a few to-dos per day. Enough to feel steady. Not enough to feel suffocated. I leave room for life. For naps, surprises, and the divine detour. My calendar is color-coded: pink for rest, green for creativity, gold for money moves.

Before I write, plan, or create, I cook. Because eating well is how I remind my body I care. Here’s what grounded me this week: Sunday:  Bone broth miso soup with rice noodles, bok choy, and medium poached egg. A hug in a bowl. Monday:  Roasted veggie bowl with tahini dressing. Sweet potatoes, zucchini, red onion. Earthy and bright. Tuesday:  Coconut curry lentils over jasmine rice. It tasted like home. Wednesday:  Kale Caesar with crispy chickpeas and avocado. Crunchy, cream

Sometimes, life feels like it's spiraling in five tabs at once. When that happens, I go offline. I wash my sheets. I boil water. I get quiet enough to hear myself. I call it my soft reset. It starts with light. Candles, sunlight, or my bright lamp if the day is grey. Then music. Usually Cleo Sol. Maybe Snoh. No lyrics that pull too hard. Just enough to fill the silence. I pour something warm. Lately it’s ginger tea with raw honey and a splash of lemon. I pull out my journal a

I created this space the same way I make tea in the morning. With intention. Slowly, softly. One ritual at a time. Everything Alicia is my digital journal. My creative portfolio. My kitchen table and my living room floor. It holds the meals I cook, the things I learn, the shows I obsess over, and the stories I collect along the way. It’s where I unpack, express, reflect, and grow. This isn't a niche blog. It's a becoming. A place for soft structure and quiet ambition. For rou