My Prescribed Life

Friday, July 18, 2025

Part 4: Why We Choose Each Other

Part 4: Why We Choose Each Other

We are all mirrors. Some people show us who we were. Some show us who we can become. Others simply hold us in our now.

What makes us different—gender, upbringing, emotional languages—can be both tension and teacher.

We don’t choose people only because they’re similar to us. We choose them because they reflect something we value, need, or long to understand.

"Is that what it is? Our individual greatness?”

Yes—and our shared sacredness.

We show up to the world carrying all we’ve learned and lost. We show up with dreams, scars, desires. And when we’re witnessed fully—without shrinking or performing—we choose not just each other, but ourselves.

In love, in business, in friendship, this is the heart of it all: to be seen and chosen in our becoming.

Let that be enough. Let that be sacred. Let that be love.

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Tuesday, July 15, 2025

Part 3: Fun in the Light

Part 3: Fun in the Light

Love is not always heavy. Sometimes it’s light. Sometimes it’s laughter under the sun, dancing in the kitchen, laying your burdens down beside someone who doesn’t need you to be strong all the time.

“We sense the love for each other and have fun in light.”

That line came to me as a whisper, but it holds truth with weight. We weren’t made only to process trauma or build empires—we were made to play, to feel joy, to delight in each other’s being.

In the sacred tension between logic and emotion, we find connection. We learn how much our experiences have shaped us. How our joy is radical, especially when we’ve suffered.

Trusting the process of love means letting it evolve. Letting it teach us what’s ours to hold and what’s safe to let go of.

So let yourself laugh. Let yourself fall in love again with your own presence. Let someone see your light and not just your work.

Healing is hard, but play is holy too.

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Wednesday, July 9, 2025

Part 2: The Now Is Not a Delay

Part 2: The Now Is Not a Delay

There’s a deep ache that comes from feeling like you’re behind. Behind schedule, behind dreams, behind on energy, creativity, or purpose. Especially when you're bleeding, slowing down, and the world doesn’t pause with you.

We live in a time that rewards urgency. Our apps demand attention. Our businesses whisper: “Keep going or you’ll disappear.” But our bodies, especially during menstruation, say the opposite: “Slow down. Listen in. Let go.”

The truth is: rest isn’t a delay—it’s data.

Your body is recalibrating. Your emotions are surfacing. Your system is releasing. And in that stillness, something essential is being restored: your self-trust.

When we stop caring about time, we don’t become lazy—we become present.

It’s in the now where the real work happens: healing, becoming, remembering.

So if you’re feeling the nausea, the exhaustion, the wave of emotions, you’re not weak. You’re in transition. Let yourself linger there.

The next thing will come. But you don’t have to go get it. It’s already finding you.



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Monday, July 7, 2025

Part 1: When Does the Search End?


 

From the blog series “In the Light of Becoming”

There’s a question that lingers beneath so much of human connection:
When does a man stop looking for women?
Is it when he finds “the one”?
When he’s tired of chasing?
Or when he finally sees that the love he’s been seeking lives within him too?

Maybe the search doesn’t end all at once. Maybe it shifts.
From pursuit to presence.
From proving to becoming.
From taking to sharing.

The Dance of Desire

Men and women—masculine and feminine—we are not opposites. We are reflections.
And yet, our expressions of love, desire, logic, and emotion can feel so different.
Is it biology? Society? Both?

Men are often raised to pursue.
To find meaning in winning someone over.
But sometimes, what begins as pursuit becomes a pattern—seeking love through conquest, validation through attention.

Women, too, are learning what it means to want—not to be wanted.
To choose—not just be chosen.
To embody stillness and longing all at once, without apology.

The Search Within

At some point, we all come to the edge of external seeking.
The quiet realization hits:
What I’m chasing is not just a person. It’s a feeling. A mirror. A part of me I haven’t met yet.

And that’s when we begin the inward journey.

The feminine in us softens the grip.
The masculine in us lays down the chase.
And something sacred rises in between—presence.

The Nature in All of Us

Can women possess that same nature?
The desire to roam, to conquer, to explore intimacy and independence with no shame?
Absolutely.
Just as men can possess the power to surrender, to hold space, to feel deeply without losing strength.

Our truest nature is not limited by gender—it’s expressed through our willingness to integrate.
To let both fire and flow exist inside us.

Returning to Ourselves

So when does the search end?
Maybe it’s not a matter of when, but why.
Why are we searching?

When we answer that honestly,
we stop reaching outward for completion
and begin reaching inward for clarity.
From there, love—true love—doesn’t have to be chased.
It arrives, meets us, sits down beside us.

 Be Great,
   Stephanie

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Thursday, July 3, 2025

We Are Not the Game


They told us the world was already written—

in pixels and policies, in profits and prisons.
Told us to survive, not to imagine.
Told us to win, not to wake up.

But I have seen another world,
carved not in stone,
but in soul.

A world where truth is not dangerous,
where silence is not stolen
and ethics are not optional.

Where we don’t beg systems for dignity—
we build new systems with it.

I dream of cities stitched in integrity,
where power is no longer a predator,
and transparency lives in the bones of our institutions.

I dream of children who ask why,
and are met with microscopes, not muzzle.
Of algorithms that don’t harvest our trauma,
but hold it gently, learn to heal it.

I see a future
where compliance means communion,
where data is not a leash,
but a lantern.

Where the self is not hidden,
but held.
Where we are no longer players in someone else’s game—
but authors of our own revolution.

So let them keep their spectacle.
We are vision.
We are becoming.
We are the architects
of a world that remembers how to feel,
how to love,
how to live with its eyes wide open.

- Be Great! 
Stephanie 

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