They say life is a journey, and I believe it is one of transformation, resilience, and growth. Like the trees that stand tall through storms and seasons, we, too, can anchor ourselves while reaching for new heights. I'm Monique, and this space is an extension of my heart and purpose- to empower, uplift, and inspire through self-discovery and mindset shifts. As a tutor, mentor, and life coach, I believe in the power of perspective. The way we see the world shapes the way we navigate it. Through this blog, I'll be sharing reflections, insights, and tips that guide personal growth. From deep philosophical musing to practical strategies for transformation, Rooted in Living is about embracing every challenge, every triumph, and every moment of stillness in between. My mission? To inspire change. By helping you shift from stagnation to movement, from self-doubt to empowerment, and from questioning why to embracing how. So, if you are ready to step into the fullness of your journey, ...
I woke up this morning to a cloudy and cool Cape Town. Gratitude filled my soul. You see this is my favourite type of weather. It makes me realise that rain bring growth and new life about. Just like that if I allow the good to live in my heart and radiate to the external world I grow and new pure acts are brought to my life aligning me with my purpose. I feel deeply beholden to the mentors in my life that shaped my journey towards empowerment and self-discovery. Another thought I reflected on is all the beliefs I have left behind, the ones that once held me back, and how I made space for new, lighter, happier truths. Let's unravel the beliefs that once shaped me, and the ones that set me free: Challenging Inherited Truths: Rethinking Right and Wrong We grow up learning that certain ideas, actions, or perspectives are wrong, not because they truly harm or mislead, but simply because they don’t align with the values we were handed. And while traditions can offer wisdom, they ...
We often hear the saying, “Charity begins at home,” yet we rarely pause to ask: What is home, really? For many, it’s come to mean a structure—a house, a street address, a container for belongings. But I believe we’ve been lulled into a limited idea of home, one that keeps us tethered to the physical and the external. Home, as I’ve come to understand it, is not a building at all. It’s the soul—the inner sanctuary where our truest self has been waiting patiently for us to return. To return home is not to pack a bag or ring a doorbell. It is to re-enter the deepest part of ourselves. The part that is quiet but not empty. Still, but not stagnant. The part that remembers who we are beyond what the world taught us to be. But just like any home, this one needs tending. It gathers dust—old beliefs, societal expectations, comparisons, shame, false identities. We’re told who we should be, how we must act, what we’re worth—and without realising it, we start decorating the walls of our soul-hom...
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