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Hi, Wow!

Welcome to the official Alchemy of Home blog. I hope to share something a little different here than what you might find on my TikTok (@thealchemyofhome), Instagram (@alchemy_of_home), or LinkedIn (Liz Palmer). Writing comes naturally to me, and it’s often where I express myself most fully. Even though I’m pretty comfortable on camera, I think my truest voice lives in between prose and playful sarcasm.

So here’s the tea:

A few months ago, I started sensing a shift. Something felt... off. November 6th, specifically, rearranged my insides. If you’re in the 4 a.m. club, you already know. I felt the world splitting- strange, terrifying, magnificent -and I knew I couldn’t cling to the old structures. I had to release what no longer worked (or was actively breaking down).

Translation?
I knew I was going to lose my job- eventually. I just knew. Something told me the ground was about to fall out from under me.
And I knew the “comfortable” life I’d built was about to get very uncomfortable.

I wasn’t exactly eager for another reinvention, but I could feel it coming. I also felt the soul-shaking impact of a felon and rapist being re-platformed to the world’s highest office. It was a cosmic announcement that all bets were off, and if I was going to survive this timeline, I’d have to rebuild myself from scratch. Again.

By January, I was unraveling…and quietly rebuilding.

I worked through catatonic dissociation, held space (I know, eye roll) for friends also gutted by the state of America, and logged into work pretending things were normal. They weren’t. It was a full-blown mindfuck.

The idea for Alchemy of Home was bubbling under the surface. I had fragments, outlines, concepts of a plan, if you will. I even told a friend: “In March, I’m going to do this.” And when I lost my job in March, she reminded me: I’d called it.

The moment I saw that Teams meeting land on my calendar- 18 minutes before it started- I knew. My palms were sweating. My stomach sank. And I had a very quick conversation with myself:

“If this is it, your back is against the wall. There’s no other option now- burn it all down and build what’s next.”

I talked myself out of a panic attack and onto a ledge. And when I got laid off that morning, I didn’t fall. I lept.

In 10 minutes, I was free.

When I logged off, I felt like I’d been released from a prison I didn’t even know I was in. For years, I genuinely thought being laid off would kill me- emotionally, spiritually, maybe even literally. But instead, I felt my soul slam back into my body. It was instant.

That same day, Alchemy of Home was born.

I don’t think that’s how it will happen for everyone. But for me, a right-brain girlie in a left-brain world, being ejected from the matrix felt like God Herself shaking me awake.

Now, I get to be myself for real.

Not in a Pinterest-inspo, “be your best self” kind of way. I mean actually me. I can work on a Saturday night or go to the lake on a Wednesday afternoon. I can say fuck when it fits, which is often, because I have a thing for the hard K sound.

I don’t have to pretend to be neutral on LinkedIn or use 27 exclamation points so people don’t think I’m a bitch. I don’t have to justify my interests, downplay my intuition, or make myself smaller to fit into corporate respectability politics.

I can create. I can share. And if someone resonates? We can work together. That’s the model. That’s the magic.

I used to feel like a wet powder keg- full of potential but too damp to ignite.

Now? I feel like a live wire.

That dull ache I carried in my chest for years- that “is this really all there is?” ache- is gone. I used to think I was just a depressed person. Turns out I was just living a life that didn’t fit.

I once thought making six figure salary was the ticket to freedom. But that freedom came with a cost: my time, my creative spark, my sense of self. Time was taken from me and handed back in PTO requests like some kind of gift. I’m not built for that.

And I know a lot of people are- this isn’t shade. My corporate jobs served me well... until they didn’t. I just didn’t believe there was another way until I was forced into it.

What you see here is not all “love and light.”

Yes, the branding on this website is calm, beautiful, and soft. But behind it is someone who feels everything. I cry over things that haven’t happened yet. I build worlds in my mind that I long to escape when the world is too heavy. I make meaning of a single bee, buzzing around a week past its season… or a word I’ve heard a thousand times but somehow, this time, it hits different. I ritualize folding my laundry as a sacred offering to my future self. I live in deep wells of dark emotion and transform them into story and beauty.

This is Alchemy.
I’m alchemizing my life in real time, taking what I’ve been given and making it useful, meaningful, even beautiful. That’s what I want to help others do, too.

I believe resilience is magic.
And we are born creative, powerful, and free until we’re taught to abandon those gifts in favor of productivity and performance. I’ve been failed by that system, but I haven’t lost anything. I’ve reclaimed my power.

And now? I want to help you reclaim yours.

Not by convincing you to quit your job.
Not by telling you to burn it all down.
But by showing you how to transform what you already have into something that feels like freedom.

This blog is my creative playground.

Some days I’ll share process. Some days I’ll get personal. Some days I’ll ramble, write prose, or say what’s on my heart. But I’ll always leave you with something meaningful and valueable.

If you want to hang out, I’d love that. If you’d like to work together, I’d love that even more! Subscribe and stay locked in. We’re going to have some fun.

Talk soon.
Byeeee.