Permission to be Human
A Special Solstice Invitation
Hey Y’all!
Happy Solstice! Today marks the longest, brightest day of the year, and the official start of summer. It’s heating up outside, and let’s be real, a lot of us are feeling the heat ourselves. There’s pressure. There’s overwhelm. There’s grief. There’s the weight of being alive in 2025.
Over the past month and some change, I’ve been grounding myself in my purpose. This has looked like gathering community, creating spaces for collective care, and leaning into the joy that lives in connection.
A couple weekends ago, through my work with Dive in Well, I had the absolute pleasure of hosting our Weekend of Wellness in LA that reminded me why I show up for this work.
We started off our weekend with a Community Celebration that was pure vibes. Being surrounded by such a vibrant, intentional group of individuals filled me with deep gratitude, joy, and inspiration. From my perspective, it was powerful to bring together people from all walks of life and industries—artists, wellness practitioners, community leaders, creators—each contributing to our collective wellbeing in their own unique way.
We may not have done yoga or Breathwork, but we laughed, connected, and shared energy that was cute, buzzing, and deeply nourishing. That, too, is wellness. That’s what it means to be well together.
The next day, we hosted Dive in Well’s Day of Wellness, and it was everything. From sound healing and Breathwork to delicious food and spacious, soulful conversation—it was a full-body reminder that being well doesn’t have to look like a damn bootcamp. It can look like flow. Like rest. Like ease. Like being in community and knowing you don’t have to carry it all alone, even for just a moment.
Here are just a few photos from our Weekend of Wellness. And yes still looking at them makes me cry.
Community Celebration captured beautifully by @ginaalmonte and @noisettevisuals.
Day of Wellness captured by the wildly talented @brooke.olsen.la.
Even while I’ve been walking deeply in my purpose, I’ll be honest: it’s cute but it can be very “what the helly??” The highlights are fab, but behind the scenes, it can be super uncomfy at times. And as I always do, I reached for my spiritual practices—Breathwork, yoga, prayer, divination, journaling. You know, the classics. Whatever I can do to not crash TF out.
During a recent convo with my therapist, I admitted something I hadn’t said out loud: Spiritually, I’m TIRED. Explaining that being a girl boss, starting over, navigating transitions, being a human in this wild world—sometimes, as optimistic as I am, I wonder — what’s the point bruv?
And my therapist, very calmly, asked: Why are we here? His answer? To be human.
He explained that yes, we are spiritual beings. But we are also here to LIVE. To feel. To make mistakes. To move through the awkward, the heavy, the magical, the absurd. We are here to be human.
So my homework this summer? Let go of the need to constantly seek meaning. Let go of constant self-improvement. Let go of optimizing every breath. And instead—just be.
Typically, on the solstice, I’d be deep in ritual: cleansing my space, charging my crystals, setting intentions, manifesting. But today? I’m just living. L-I-V-I-N [said in my Matthew McConaughey voice]. I’m letting the beauty of this moment be enough.
As a Taurus sun and Libra rising (Venus has me in a chokehold, which I love), I’m leaning into beauty, love, and softness as sacred practice. Today, that means filling my home with flowers, texting friends I adore, making a cute little lunch, flirting with absolutely everyone I interact with, and romanticizing the absolute hell out of whatever I do.
This summer, yes, I’m still living in my purpose—but I’m also making space for fun. For pleasure. For joy. I am OUTSIDE having slow mornings at a cafe, trying new recipes at home, gathering the juiciest produce at the farmers market, giggling under the moonlight, religiously watching Love Island, and being sexy AF wherever I go.
My invitation to you? Give yourself permission to be human too! To feel. To delight. To rest. To opt out. To gather. To slow down. To live in beauty. Hell, to be a little feral babe.
Finding joy in dancing on a sweaty rooftop, laughing in a friend’s kitchen, crying for no reason, or flirting with someone new—that’s not just living. That’s reclamation. That’s resistance. That’s the point.
So go ahead, cutie patootie. Be a human being. You’re allowed. You deserve.
xx,
Maryam