A Season of Openness: What Caregiving Taught Me About Health, Wealth & Receiving More

There are seasons in life where everything feels like a lesson… and then there are seasons where everything begins to feel like an opening. I’m finally learning the difference.

For years, I moved through life holding my breath — balancing ambition with anxiety, strength with silence, and caregiving with the kind of responsibility that reshapes your entire identity. Feeding my father. Reading his face for emotions he can no longer express. Relearning patience. Holding grief and love in the same hand, every single day. Caregiving changed me in a way that no classroom, no certification, no gym session ever could.

It taught me humility.
It taught me devotion.
But most importantly, it taught me resilience — the kind you don’t earn by lifting weights, but by lifting spirits… including your own.

Somewhere in the quiet moments, in the early mornings where I’d slip into my workout gear after tending to him, or the nights where I’d fall into bed with a tired body but an awakened mind, I realized something:
Resilience doesn’t just make you stronger — it opens you.

Open to receiving love.
Open to new opportunities.
Open to caring for yourself with the same commitment you give to others.
Open to believing that health and wealth can be your birthright, not your burden.

Caregiving taught me to pay attention to the things that truly matter: health that supports longevity, wealth that supports freedom, and purpose that supports peace. It taught me that tending to someone else’s life forces you to examine your own — your choices, your energy, your dreams, your excuses.

And now… I’m in a season where I’m finally choosing myself too.

I’m choosing the opportunities that elevate me.
I’m choosing movement because it keeps me sane.
I’m choosing nourishment — spiritually, mentally, and physically.
I’m choosing work that rewards my depth, not just my grind.
I’m choosing abundance, because survival mode was never meant to be home.

I’m walking forward with a softer heart, a sharper mind, and a stronger body… but with a spirit that is wide open. Open to career shifts. Open to love. Open to growth. Open to being seen. Open to letting the world know that yes — I am a caregiver, and yes — I am still allowed to want more.

And I do want more.
More impact.
More alignment.
More laughter.
More money.
More health.
More experiences that remind me I’m alive and deserving and becoming.

This season of openness isn’t about reinventing myself — it’s about revealing myself.
Letting people witness the woman that caregiving shaped… not the woman who broke under it, but the woman who expanded because of it.

If you’re reading this and you’ve ever carried someone through their hardest moments, I hope you know something:

You’re allowed to open, too.
Your dreams don’t expire because life asked you to be strong.
Your blessings don’t shrink because you’ve spent years pouring into others.
Your purpose doesn’t diminish because you’ve been surviving.

This is our season — a season of receiving the opportunities we prayed for, stepping into the health we’re rebuilding from the inside out, and welcoming wealth from every direction because our hearts finally have space for it.

Caregiving taught me how to endure.
Now, life is teaching me how to receive.

And I’m ready.