Ease Is My Word for 2026
Lately, the word ease has been finding me. If you read my last blog post, I talked about it there.
Not in a flashy, goal-setting way.
Not as a mantra slapped on a vision board.
But in the quiet spaces, meditation, journaling, the moments when I stop trying to figure things out and simply listen.
Ease has been arriving as a felt sense in my body.
And I think that’s how I know it’s real.
For so long, I’ve lived inside effort.
Inside responsibility.
Inside being the strong one, the capable one, the woman who figures things out.
And while I’m deeply grateful for that version of me, she’s tired.
What’s emerging now feels different. Softer. Truer.
Listening to the Language of Dreams
Recently, I had a series of vivid dreams, the kind that linger long after you wake up.
Dreams about birth and release.
Dreams about power and protection.
Dreams about holding what’s tender while the world moves loudly around me.
I won’t dissect them here, but I will say this:
They weren’t asking me to do more.
They were asking me to choose differently.
To be more discerning about where my energy goes.
To protect what’s still growing.
To trust timing instead of forcing momentum.
Most of all, they were whispering the same word over and over:
Ease.
What Ease Looks Like in This Season
Ease doesn’t mean I’m doing nothing.
It means I’m doing what matters, without abandoning myself.
Right now, ease looks like spending more time with my grandson so my daughter can go back to school and build a future for herself and for him. That doesn’t drain me. It grounds me. It places me exactly where I’m meant to be.
Ease looks like letting a new book idea marinate instead of demanding it take shape immediately. A character’s name keeps appearing, no plot, no outline, just presence. I’m letting her arrive in her own time.
Ease looks like continuing to blog and send my newsletter, not because I should, but because writing is how I breathe. It’s how I make meaning. It’s how I stay connected to myself.
Writing isn’t something I’m trying to turn into something right now.
It’s something I refuse to give up.
I’m Done With Crowded Marketplaces
There was a time when I believed growth had to feel chaotic.
That visibility required overwhelm.
That success lived on the other side of constant motion.
I don’t believe that anymore.
I’m no longer interested in navigating crowded marketplaces, loud spaces filled with pressure, comparison, and urgency.
I want a life that has room to lie down in the middle of it.
Room to hold what’s precious.
Room to create without being consumed.
Ease, for me, is about how I live, not what I produce.
Choosing Ease Is an Act of Trust
Choosing ease means trusting that:
I don’t have to rush what’s sacred
I don’t have to prove my worth through exhaustion
I don’t have to carry everything at once
It means trusting that what’s meant to grow will grow, without force.
As I look toward 2026, I’m not asking:
“What more can I do?”
I’m asking:
“What can I allow?”
What would it feel like to let life meet me halfway?
A Gentle Invitation
If you’re feeling the pull toward ease too, maybe you don’t need a plan yet.
Maybe you just need permission.
Permission to rest inside your life.
Permission to choose presence over pressure.
Permission to let what’s next arrive naturally.
Ease isn’t a lack of ambition.
It’s a different kind of wisdom.
And for me, it’s the path forward.
XOXO-
Jennifer