The Sovereign Selection: Tools for an Intentional Life.
This category is a dedicated archive of my personal recommendations and “Empowerment Picks.” In my role as an Empowerment Curator, I have moved away from the noise of mass consumption to focus on items that serve as genuine anchors for growth, clarity, and creative resilience.
Every entry here—whether a narrative review or a video demonstration—features a tool or resource that has been personally integrated into my own rituals and professional practice. From the tactile essentials of my writing process to the strategic aids that fuel the Sovren™ ecosystem, these are the resources I trust to support a life lived on “Owned Land.”
Curation with Integrity: I believe in transparency and the value of a trusted recommendation. These selections are chosen for their quality and alignment with the philosophy of sovereign growth. When you engage with these tools, you are choosing intentionality and directly supporting my independent work as a creator.
2 Timothy 1:7 The primary historical and philosophical reference for this phrase is 2 Timothy 1:7: “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.”https://goddessofgrowth.com/chamber-library-sources-and-further-reading/
Lita is a guide and narrator dedicated to the art of Personal Sovereignty. Through the Goddess of Growth platform and her podcast Empowerment Diaries®, she helps others navigate their own “droughts” and spiritual pivots.
To explore the strategic side of growth and her media work, visit Lita, Goddess of Growth as she presents her media company offerings managed by Lita Goddess of Growth Ltd
Charting a journey of personal sovereignty through ancestral healing, Otis Redding, and the ritual of self-care.
I’ve just spent a day reflecting on my ancestry. My task was to clean and declutter six months of build-up—items I had been ignoring whilst building my business seven days a week, all whilst working a day job to keep the wolves from the door.
I woke to clear the clutter and found CDs left by my dad. He passed away many years ago now; my aunt had given me this box of CDs and a few videos before I attended his funeral, along with a profile photo as my keepsake. A man who didn’t have much to do with me as I was raised by my mother—who mostly raised me on her own—he left more to me in death than in life, beyond the ethereal. Among them was a box set of CDs by Otis Redding. I asked myself whether to keep it, as it wasn’t something I would have personally chosen, and given the “sour” mood I was in, I was in full clutter-clearing mode. Yet something told me to clean it off and put it back in its place.
As I cleaned, Christmas Day approached by the hour. I have spent many Christmases on my own over the years, but this one felt slightly different. Due to events earlier in the year, I wasn’t even going to pretend to do anything “Christmas-like.” In fact, this one felt a little sour.
In 2020, I hosted my mother for Christmas Day—the height of the pandemic—when we had to choose who to spend time with. I invited her; she had helped me move into my new home, and I was excited. I created a great spread and reflected that it was the very first time she had spent so much time with me at such an important event. In 2025, in exchange for getting a loan from her, I opened the door for her to tell me exactly what she thought of me. It was not complimentary at all and included a comment that she would never return to my home. I podcasted about it at the time and, in truth, didn’t think much of it after I let it out. But something about it being a few hours before Christmas Day had me reflecting on all the other narratives of my life that I used to waste decades on. Decades gone, based on the opinions of others, half-truths and lies.
Late, not long before midnight, I showered and did my hair. Tears finally flowed about my interaction with my mother. Months ago, I had sent her a letter via WhatsApp—a brave move following having to humble myself to her previously for a much-needed loan to keep a roof over my head. It was my 50th-year (now 51) reminder to build my life up so I am never in that position again. Writing the letter back then was freeing, though I reflected on Christmas Eve that I had perhaps created a “Ross and Rachel” moment—getting what I had to say off my chest, but with no acknowledgement or any form of understanding from her.
I checked my phone before my shower to find an earlier email from Amazon Music letting me know I now had free access. I chose a Mary J. Blige playlist and, just as I got into the shower with a treatment on my hair, the first track to play was Try a Little Tenderness by Otis Redding. It was as if the day was meant to reflect on my parents and the narrative I was carrying—my dad was talking to me through music. He was a singer and live performer in his time on earth. I thought it a fluke until tears flowed much harder a good twenty minutes later; my hair had gone through its treatment and I was braiding it, only to hear the same track by Otis Redding on replay. Mary J. Blige played in between, singing Beautiful.
I have not listened to music for a while; over the years I went from listening every day to days and months without, as it just evoked too many memories of hurt and trauma. Yet here I was being soothed—hot shower, hair self-groomed, and music to take me through my cleanse and what was to be my pampering.
In the early hours, I looked at my face, tears gone, and noticed fine lines for the first time. I remembered a face mask I was to try ages ago but never put aside the time for. It came with a jar I received as a sample for the brand whilst I was a creator aiming to be a micro-influencer on TikTok. Whilst I promoted items for brands selling on TikTok Shop, that particular account I closed in August 2025. I had put the mask in my vanity case, thinking perhaps of a birthday or New Year. My birthday passed, and here I was, hours from Christmas Day.
I opened the package; it reminded me of cold jelly coconut. I put it on my face and lay on my bed at 02:30 AM listening to music whilst it set. I took a photo to mark the occasion; even my phone couldn’t recognise me when I attempted Face ID.
Early on Christmas morning, around 09:00, I finally took a look. It was translucent, and when I removed it, my face felt plump and hydrated. The lines looked less pronounced, but maybe that was my imagination. However, it is now Boxing Day and I woke feeling smooth skin. I am now prompted to look online to see how I can make this face mask part of my regular routine, finances permitting.
It has been a long year working to set up my business and create a life that reflects the sovereign within. Even as I say it has been a year—that doesn’t feel right. It is a journey I have worked on since 2009 with many twists and turns, right up until August of this year, 2025, when I finally started to focus on doing business not just for myself, but in a way where I am not losing my autonomy and self. I have built more of a foundation in months than I have actively done in years. It has been an interesting journey; one that has culminated at the end of 2025 commanding self-respect and self-care.
I have created thispost on my hub to talk about that side of my journey more.
Lita, Goddess of Growth
Lita is a guide and narrator dedicated to the art of Personal Sovereignty. Through the Goddess of Growth platform and her podcast Empowerment Diaries®, she helps others navigate their own “droughts” and spiritual pivots.
To explore the strategic side of growth and her media work, visit Lita, Goddess of Growth as she presents her media company offerings managed by Lita Goddess of Growth Ltd
Lita is a guide and narrator dedicated to the art of Personal Sovereignty. Through the Goddess of Growth platform and her podcast Empowerment Diaries®, she helps others navigate their own “droughts” and spiritual pivots.
To explore the strategic side of growth and her media work, visit Lita, Goddess of Growth as she presents her media company offerings managed by Lita Goddess of Growth Ltd
My Eczemas Real Cure Was reducing Dairy: How London Nootropics Helped Me Do It
My boxed swollen jaw after drinking too much milk.
My lifelong eczema was triggered by a dairy allergy I never knew I had. This is my story of how finding a coffee I love to drink without milk or sugar finally helped me break the cycle and the difficult cost of wellness in the UK.
Health Costs I Can’t Afford: My Honest London Nootropics & Dairy Allergy Story
Let me be clear from the start: London Nootropics coffee did not cure my eczema. The real solution was simple, yet elusive: completely removing dairy from my diet.
The challenge was never knowing what to do; it was finding a way to stick to it. For years, my habit of milky, sugary coffee was the biggest barrier. London Nootropics became the tool that finally helped me clear that hurdle.
My favourite blend is definitely Zen however I get all three to keep my tastebuds interested.
My Dairy Wake-Up Call: The Painful Truth
Today, my jaw is swollen and “boxy.” I’m sharing this not for sympathy, but for raw honesty. After weeks of reintroducing milk, my body is in full rebellion. It started gradually—a splash in tea, a dash in instant coffee with sugar—but the inflammation has spoken, loudly and painfully.
This isn’t new. In 2019, my mother gave me my childhood medical records. There, from the 1970s, was a note: I had eczema as a baby, with a list of foods to avoid.
My entire childhood was filled with milk. I always had mucus but assumed it was normal. As a teenager, a fine rash appeared on my cheeks. In my mid-thirties, a doctor asked if I’d ever had eczema. I said no. I simply didn’t know any different. Creams and antihistamines were my companions, but the root cause—dairy—was never addressed.
Finding My Bridge: A Coffee That Didn’t Need Milk
The turning point came when I decided to get proactive. I missed that satisfying, milky hot drink. The child in me still craved that comfort.
Then, an advert for London Nootropics crossed my feed. The price per sachet was less than a daily takeout coffee, so I decided to try it. When the package arrived, I realised it was an adaptogenic coffee blended with nootropics.
I treated myself to my very own mix box and I will use it sparingly.
I followed the instructions and tasted it black. My first impression? Incredibly smooth. ‘Zen’ remains my favourite. I tried it with milk and found I didn’t enjoy it as much. In that moment, I’d found the answer: a delicious, smooth-tasting coffee that didn’t need milk or sugar.
The Proof Was in the (Dairy-Free) Ritual
As I drank it regularly, my skin improved, and my inflammation reduced. I was happily down to one or two satisfying cups a day, drunk without milk or sugar. It was a revelation. I had finally found a dairy-free coffee routine I could stick to.
However, when my finances shifted, I went back to my old coffee with milk. The result? The return of the rash and this painfully swollen jaw. My body’s final warning. Going back was a shock—the old coffee tasted harsh and sour compared to the smooth, rich flavour I’d come to enjoy.
My Honest Review & The Wellness Cost Barrier
So, here is my honest conclusion: London Nootropics provided a product so superior in taste and experience that it made my necessary dairy-free transition not just easy, but enjoyable. It transformed my habit from a source of inflammation into a ritual of wellness.
But I am not making a medical claim. Drinking only water would have achieved the same physical result by also removing dairy. The coffee’s role was behavioural—it gave me a pleasurable alternative that made sustained change possible.
The difficult truth is the cost. For many in the UK, including myself at times, this specific tool is a price that’s high compared to my usual instant coffee. My swollen jaw is a testament to the difficult choices we face. We have to be earning enough to invest in the tools that facilitate our health.
Knowing what I know now, my path is clear. The goal is permanent dairy avoidance. If I can’t afford this specific tool, I must find another way, perhaps learning to love water (I’m not a fan of sour tasting herbal teas).
Disclaimer: This is my personal experience. I am not a medical professional. London Nootropics coffee is a food product, not a medicine. It did not cure my eczema; eliminating dairy prevented inflammation. I still have eczema. The coffee was a successful behavioural tool that helped me maintain the reduced inflammation. Please consult a healthcare provider for medical advice.
Lita is a guide and narrator dedicated to the art of Personal Sovereignty. Through the Goddess of Growth platform and her podcast Empowerment Diaries®, she helps others navigate their own “droughts” and spiritual pivots.
To explore the strategic side of growth and her media work, visit Lita, Goddess of Growth as she presents her media company offerings managed by Lita Goddess of Growth Ltd
