Here’s what’s sitting with me this morning:

We talk a lot about “that’s just my wiring.”But wiring is not identity — it’s a pattern.And patterns can be rewired.

If a house can be rewired…If a computer can get a whole new program installed…So can you.

Real, lasting, soul-level change isn’t impossible.Even the changes that feel way outside the realm of what you thought you could have or become.They are available.They are accessible.They are yours.

When you tap into your own divine resources — not magic, but resources — man’s laws can shift, outcomes can bend, timelines can rearrange.And this is not just for me.We all have access to this.

If you’re job searching and nothing’s moving?Reprogram the belief.Let your new internal reality sound like:“Jobs come to me. Opportunities find me. That’s the world I live in now.”

Humans tend to oversimplify and overcomplicate at the same time — I know I do.But here’s what’s been true for me lately:

I’m learning what it means to be a force in partnership with the divine energy that has been sitting here the whole time…waiting for us to use it,waiting for us to create something magical,something that lifts not only ourselves, but others, too.

So this Monday, I’m inviting you to one thing:

If the timeline you’re in isn’t giving what you need it to give… step into another one.

Rewire.Rechoose.Reprogram.Create again.

Happy Monday, and may your week be filled with aligned decisions, surprising breakthroughs, and realities that rise up to meet who you’re becoming.

Go create something.Go shift something.And don’t stay loyal to a timeline that no longer honors you.

— Michelle

There comes a point when you stop trying to prove your goodness to people who are committed to misunderstanding you.

I’ve watched people defend harm because they need to stay in someone’s good graces. That’s part of the racket. The hustle. Even when harm is done, there’s often a small legion still chasing connection—still trying to earn approval.

But I don’t live there anymore.

I know the truth now. My only job is to live my life—and live it in truth. The light will shine, and some will see it. Others may find it too bright. Some won’t like it at all. But I’ve already tried to dim myself, and that didn’t work out.

This time, I’m just going to be me—fully, unapologetically.

It’s not always easy. Sometimes I’m angry. Sometimes I’m salty. Sometimes I want revenge. But that’s part of the old toxic world I no longer traffic in. I don’t have to participate. I don’t have to align my peace with poison.

So this Monday, I’m choosing light.Choosing truth.Choosing to enjoy this beautiful, complicated, sacred life I wake up to every single day.

Michelle

Go Do Something. What is YOUR Thing?

For so many of us, life has been a series of responses — to stress, to expectations, to survival. But there comes a moment when your soul starts whispering: It’s time to make something. To create instead of cope. To listen instead of react.

We each have a thing — that unique way you bring light, ease, or transformation into the world. It doesn’t have to be public or polished. It doesn’t have to be in lights. Your “thing” might be how you love young people, how you bring calm into chaos, how you listen deeply when others can’t.

This year, I’m reminding myself — and you — that it’s time to move from reaction to creation.To listen to what your intuition already knows.To stop waiting for the perfect time or the perfect plan.

If you weren’t meant for more, you’d already feel fulfilled. That quiet nudge, that restless tug — that’s your soul saying it’s time.

So go ahead.Put your thing out there.Don’t wait. Don’t overthink. Just jump.

The Arrival Choice

All that hustling, striving, and pushing?It keeps you from your power.

When you finally arrive, your identity is no longer built on labor, endurance, or how much you can take and still stand up again. That’s the world of becoming — and yes, there’s value in it. There’s nobility in the climb.

But we can get so obsessed with the path that the idea of actually arriving starts to feel like a threat. Because what happens when you no longer have to prove yourself through struggle? Who are you when you don’t have to fight?

Let me be clear — arrival isn’t an event.It’s not a house, a job, or a relationship.It’s a choice. A spiritual decision.

Even with court hearings still pending, with questions still unanswered — I paved the side of my house. I lit my candles. I unpacked my things. Because while I’m here, I’m living.

It’s a spiritual decision to say:

I am here.I am living.I am no longer waiting to see how it all turns out before I start enjoying my life.

Live. Here.

We’re often experts at remembering — recalling what’s behind us, revisiting what’s been lost or broken. But imagining? Creating something new? That’s where our energy can stall.

This week, let’s flip that script.All that has happened — the endings, the shake-ups, the lessons — isn’t punishment. It’s a kickstart to your next vision.

Affirmation:I embrace my vision with energy and determination, turning my dreams into actionable steps. Every ending is the beginning of a new journey. I meet it with a heart full of possibility.

As you move through this week, ask yourself:Are you investing your energy in planning for the worst — or hoping and moving toward the best?You can’t do both.

So today, let your imagination outrun your history.Move your vision to the top.And be about that action.

The Cost of Freedom

There’s nothing sensible about liberation. It rarely looks good on paper. The math don’t be mathin’.

I’m paying an attorney—not to win something, but to stop engaging with someone who thrives on confusion. To buy distance. To buy peace.

Sometimes freedom costs money, sleep, or relationships. Sometimes it costs your reputation. But if it restores your sanity, it’s worth it.

Stop Fixing What’s Breaking You

Stop trying to fix people who keep breaking you. Stop explaining your boundaries to those who have no intention of honoring them.

Your peace doesn’t need to make sense to anyone else.

Liberation is messy. But it’s also the only kind of peace that lasts.

Be free.

Michelle

One of the deepest sources of peace is knowing you’ve done your best—truly, to the best of your ability. That alone is enough. That alone lets you lay your head down at night and rest easy.

But often, even when we’ve done our best, we still carry stress, worry, and weight that isn’t ours to hold. This week, I invite you to experiment with surrender. Find the one thing you’ve been stressing over the most. Don’t fight it. Don’t wrestle it. Just place it in the hands of God, the universe, your source—whatever you trust.

Give it one week. See how it feels to let it go. To breathe without the constant clutch of control. To rest in the knowing that your best is enough.

Reflection Question: What’s the one thing I will surrender this week so I can finally rest easier?

What I know for sure: I will not live in the box other people built for me.Not the box of their expectations.Not the box of their potential.Not even the box of who I used to be.

For too long, I lived in reaction—responding to what life threw at me, adjusting to other people’s chaos, shrinking myself to fit into situations that drained me.

No more.

Liberation is a choice. Creation is a choice. And I am choosing both.

From here on, my energy goes into what I create, not what I’m reacting to. Into the life I’m designing, not the one I’m just surviving.

This is the season of re-invention, y’all. A season of bold choosing. A season where freedom means refusing to wait for “potential” and claiming what is real and nourishing now.

Let me be real: this divorce process has me heated.Specifically—the house.

I wanted to scream: This house is mine. I earned it. I paid for it. I carried everything on my back. I’m entitled to it.

And you know what? That anger felt good. It felt justified. It felt like the least God could give me after everything I’ve poured out.

But then my deeper wisdom came for me.It whispered: Clutching this hard… is that really who you are? Is it possible that holding on so tight to this one thing could block the bigger things that want to come?

And then the question dropped:“What do I need to add into this situation that will alter my experience of it?”

When I add higher perspective… the rage softened.When I add trust… the fear loosened.When I add integrity… I remembered that what’s truly mine can’t be stolen.

I still want the house. But I don’t want to lose me in the fight for it.

So I’ll leave you with this:Wherever you’re caught up in anger, in “I deserve this,” in that bone-deep sense of entitlement—ask yourself:✨ What can I add in right now that changes how I feel about this?

That’s where the shift begins.

And since Talena always drags me for never plugging my work—fine. You happy now, Talena? 😏If you want more questions like this, they’re in my book

I’m Leaving Now: The Little Book About Big Separations. Here is the Link.

—Dr. Majors

When you are clear about where you’re going, and you’re pouring your time and energy into that vision — the noise doesn’t matter. Not the feedback, not the doubt, not even the fear of falling on your face. Because if I fall, at least I fell chasing something that mattered, something in service of a bigger game.

And here’s the truth: I’ve never once pursued something that resonated in my gut, followed the vision that called me forward, and later thought, “I wish I hadn’t done that.” Never. It’s like going to the gym — you may not want to start, but you never leave regretting the workout. Every step forward in alignment affirms itself.

We live in a time where there are no guarantees. The illusion of safety we used to cling to has crumbled — maybe by design. And in that space, we have a choice: do we keep arguing for comfort and false stability, or do we step into what feeds our soul? If nothing is certain, then why not choose the path that lights you up, that feels like truth, that pulls you toward life?

Because if this whole thing is an illusion anyway, I’d rather live it in resonance than in regret.

I know this firsthand. In my divorce, I stayed stuck in purgatory far too long — clinging to what I thought was fair, holding on to a house that had already cost me too much peace. I argued for safety, for comfort, for “shoulds.” But the longer I stayed in limbo, the more miserable I became. It wasn’t until I honored what I already knew — that freedom was waiting on the other side of letting go — that I could finally breathe again.

And that’s the point: clarity always sets you free.

In love and light,

M