✨ Gold in the Cracks ✨

Writing to you today from a still-icy Connecticut… so icy, in fact, that we discovered a leak in our roof that melted water into one of our walls Just what we needed in February. But –silver lining– at least it wasn't a pipe and the heat stayed on. We'll take the wins where we can.

 

And maybe this little house crack is fitting — because lately I've been thinking a lot about cracks. About repair. About how we respond when something fractures.

 

Which brings me to the two things I'm really excited to share with you today: 

1.

I've restructured the way I support private clients in my one-on-one coaching practice into a 10-week journey called: CALM SPACE: Find Calm • Claim Confidence • Create an Aligned Life.

 

At its core, this work is about helping you gently examine the parts of your life that feel cracked — overwhelmed nervous systems, outdated self-images, feeling unsure of your own path — and repairing them with intention instead of self-criticism.
 

If you've ever wondered whether coaching could support you, I'd love to invite you to schedule a free 20-minute discovery call so we can explore whether this feels aligned.

2. 

And now… onto something that lit up my whole being this week:

 

If you've been here for a while and followed my Feng Shui explorations, you know how much I adore all things home, energy, and beauty.

 

Making things beautiful, unique, and harmonious — whether it's a space or a soul — feels like one of my deepest pleasures.

 

So when I learned about the ancient Japanese art of Kintsugi, everything inside of me leaned in and lit up.

 

If you're not familiar, Kintsugi is the art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. Naturally, my Leo-self gravitated toward gold 🦁

Here's a glimpse into my Kintsugi explorations

The idea behind Kintsugi is based on wabi-sabi and Zen Buddhism that teach that broken, repaired objects are more beautiful and resilient than new ones.

 

Not in spite of the cracks.
But because of them.

 

Symbolically, Kintsugi represents:

→ resilience
→ healing
→ honoring life's imperfections

 

Sharing this with you gives me goosebumps because this is so central to our well-being as humans.

 

Wholeness does not come from perfection.
It comes from integration.

 

And you know what, I know that you and I both “know” this.

And yet, when I look online, the obsession with perfection and optimization especially in the wellness space is so real. The constant upgrading. The subtle –or not so subtle– messaging that you are always one tweak, one weighted vest, one supplement, one cream away from finally being “enough.”

 

It takes a concerted effort to not be pulled into it's vortex.

 

But what if instead of endlessly trying to perfect ourselves, we practiced Kintsugi with our inner world?

 

What if the cracks — the burnout, the divorce, the failed launch, the illness, the season of doubt — were not evidence that we are broken…but invitations to care for and reinforce ourselves with gold?

 

This is actually the deeper work inside CALM SPACE.

 

Not surface-level habit stacking.
Not performance-based self-improvement.

 

But slowing down long enough to look at where you've cracked — and choosing to repair with compassion, clarity, and courage.

 

So today, let's pause together and explore:

 

1. Where in my life have I labeled something as a flaw that might actually be a gold-lined crack — evidence of resilience or growth?

2. What part of my story have I tried to hide or rush past that might be asking to be honored instead?

3. If I believed my broken places made me more beautiful — not less — how would I show up differently this week?

 

With love (and a little gold in the cracks ✨),
Caroline 

 

PS: If you want to dabble into Kintsugi yourself, here is the kit I used.

Caroline Zwickson

Caroline Zwickson is a Life & Health Coach with a background in Counseling Psychology. She helps her clients discover their own authentic paths, so they can thrive in their own way.

http://www.carolinezwickson.com
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