There is much on my mind and heart these days. Part of that is because I’ve started another cleanse. Once again, I’m letting go of my favorite vices—craft beer, carbs, sugar—the things I reach for when I don’t want to feel, when I don’t want to create, or even when I don’t want to let joy in.

Strange as that may sound, joy can be hard to allow when the world feels like it’s on fire. The headlines, the feeds, the relentless news cycle—all of it can make joy feel almost like betrayal. How can I welcome joy when so much seems at war?

And yet, here’s my truth: everything I see, hear, taste, and feel is filtered through the lens of my own consciousness. What I perceive “out there”—whether conflict, blame, or fracture—is a mirror of what lives inside me. My own enemy-making. My own attacks, sometimes even against joy itself.

That’s hard medicine. But it’s also freeing. Because if the battleground is within, then so is the healing.

Which brings me back to now. Find Your Mojo in Montana is coming up soon, and I’ve been spending more time at the ranch with Bobbi and the horses. There have been big changes since I was there regularly. A rupture between two friends means that some of the horses I knew well—the ones I had deep connection with—are no longer there.

Of course, I want to know what happened. I want to pick apart the “why” and the “how.” But the truth is, I can’t know. And it’s not mine to judge. What is mine is the sadness I feel. The loss. And the reflection it offers me: where am I fractured? Where do I attack or defend instead of staying open?

That’s the 180-degree turn inward.

So my practice right now—whether in the world, at the ranch, or in my own body—is simple: to meet blame and pain with breath. To meet fear with kindness. To notice the pull to make enemies and instead return to love.

This cleanse isn’t about restriction—it’s about creating space. Space to notice, to soften, and to shift.

That’s the path I’m on: cleansing, clearing, and choosing love—not as a lofty ideal, but in the grounded, everyday acts that change the frequency of my life.