I used to think my dream life would begin when I “made it.” But sitting here in Rockport with coffee in hand, seagulls overhead and salt air filling my lungs, I realized: this is it. The dream life isn’t pinned to a board—it’s rooted in presence, contentment, and creativity.

These are the books that became my lighthouses in the messy middle—reminding me that you don’t need to wait for milestones to start living your dream life. If you’ve ever felt untethered or weighed down by “shoulds,” these stories may help you find your own way home.

August has been a practice in slowing down — shaping my days around rituals, cozy recipes, and small joys. This month’s Harvest gathers the grounding habits, tiny luxuries, and moments of presence that carried me through late summer. Think of it as a little care package from my garden to yours.

My childhood bedroom is now my office. A wooden desk sits where a twin bed once was, cameras and computers where Barbies once lived. Some days it feels like my past self is still here, just out of reach. This essay is about memory, leaving and returning, and what it means to live beside her again.