07/22/2025
I didn’t choose the empath life… the empath life chose me 😌
When I was 11 and lost my cool, I launched a chair across the room (as one does in a dramatic pr***en meltdown).
Instead of yelling, my mom calmly looked me dead in the eyes and said:
“Now apologize to the chair. It didn’t do anything to deserve being thrown” 🪑😳
That day I learned two things:
1️⃣ Everything has energy.
2️⃣ Even inanimate objects deserve respect.
My mom raised me with the belief that we are all connected—people, animals, plants, furniture… yep, even the chair that caught a flying tantrum. 💫
It might sound funny, but it taught me to pause before reacting, to treat everything as sacred, and to feel deeply for the world around me. (Also probably why I still say “sorry” when I bump into a table… that and being Canadian 🤣🇨🇦) 🥲
So if you’ve ever wondered how I became so empathetic—it all started with a rogue chair and a mom who didn’t play when it came to teaching oneness. 🫶🏽💜
