What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind?

How chasing “more” led me home to “enough.”

The Dream Wasn’t the Problem
I used to think “dreaming big” was the holy grail. You know — the vision boards, the manifesting, the glittery goal-setting that promises someday.

I wanted to be someone. To sing on stages, to fill rooms, to feel the rush of a crowd knowing my words.
And yet… here I am, three years into van life with four kids, singing mostly to the wind, the mountains, and the people I love. It’s not fame. It’s not a stage. But it fills and I am someone already.

My heart’s audience turned out to be smaller, warmer, and far less judgmental than I ever imagined. My mind sometimes still whispers, “This isn’t enough.” But my heart — bless her gentle rebellion — keeps saying, “It is.”
Maybe one day I’ll release a song again. But right now, my music lives in the moments that don’t need applause.

The Dream That Shrunk to Fit My Soul

Then came the house dream. Oh, we went big.
A two-storey build on a slope, hundreds of square metres — grand, impressive, ambitious. Plans drawn. Approvals ready.

And then came the quiet knowing: this isn’t us.
Who climbs that high just to fall deep?
We pressed pause. Ripped up the blueprints. Started again — smaller, slower, truer.

Now we’re sketching our third plan, and it finally feels like home. Not impressive. Not excessive. Just ours.
Our hearts, patient as ever, finally got through the noise.

The Gentle Undoing of “More”

I used to think fulfillment meant expansion — more square metres, more followers, more evidence that I was “doing life right.”

But the deeper I go, the more I see that what matters really is not the things you collect and the attachments you build.

It’s the space between things.
It’s laughter that doesn’t cost a cent.
It’s the quiet peace that arrives when you finally stop chasing the next shiny thing.

“More” always promised happiness — but “enough” turned out to be the real freedom.

The Beauty of Small

These days, my dreams are small on purpose.
A little studio where I can hold embodied counselling sessions. A veggie patch that feeds our family (and my soul). A home that doesn’t weigh us down but wraps around us gently.

The small things — they’ve become everything.
They don’t scream for attention; they hum with meaning.

I don’t need to flirt with the big dream anymore. I’m already living the one that fits me perfectly. Keep reminding me.

Because being someone doesn’t mean being seen by everyone.
It means being here. Fully. Simply. Deeply.

That’s the dream I’m keeping.

A sweet invitation

Where could you let life slow down a little, so your heart has space to breathe?
Where could you choose small, simple joys, and notice how much they fill you?
Maybe the “enough” you’ve been chasing has been quietly waiting for you all along.

Love, Stefanie Anna