Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 12 In high school, a friend once told me,“Miranda, you’re not sexy. You’re cute.” And I carried that line for years.It nestled somewhere between my collarbone and my confidence,tucked itself into the soft spaces of my growing body,and whispered a story I didn’t know I had permission to question.… Continue reading Sexy, Apparently: A Field Guide
May: The Month of the Blossom If April asked me to trust the silence,May asks me to witness the bloom. This is the month of the blossom... radiant, alive, full of color and motion.Where last month was about tending to what lies beneath,this month is about celebrating what’s breaking through the surface. The seeds have… Continue reading May: The Surrendered Shift
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 11 For a long time, I thought love was supposed to feel like butterflies, that quickening, that rush, that tingle in your gut that made it hard to breathe. I thought adrenaline meant attraction.I thought chaos was chemistry.I thought if it wasn’t all-consuming, messy, magnetic, heart-racing… it wasn’t real.… Continue reading Calm Isn’t Boring, It’s Safe
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 10 I used to think life would unfold the way I planned it. If I showed up, worked hard, loved deeply, and kept trying, things would fall into place on my timeline. But life doesn’t care much for timetables. Or five-year plans. Or tidy endings tied up with a… Continue reading Learning to Let Go
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 9 I remember being on a date once.A bad one. The man had introduced himself as a comedian,and I kept waiting for him to get funny.Instead, he complained. A lot. He told me about the city he used to live in,how his old stand-up crew would stay out late… Continue reading Permission to Leave
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 7 There was a time when I couldn’t feel anything. I don’t mean numb like bored or apathetic.I mean a kind of emotional frostbite, a dull ache in place of what used to be light.A blank space where joy, excitement, even sadness used to live. I went through the… Continue reading The Year My Heart Went Numb
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 6 Before I ever learned to shrink myself inside relationships,I learned to shrink myself inside a system that told me it was love. Before the heartbreaks with names and faces,there was a different kind of heartbreak.A quieter one.A belonging that asked me to be small. I started going to… Continue reading The Places That Made Me and Unmade Me
Some shifts arrive quietly, not with destruction, but with invitation. Not because something has broken, but because something deeper is asking to be born. Lately, I’ve felt a change in how I’m being asked to show up in the world, especially in relationships. Where I once felt most at home in my fire, in bold… Continue reading Bridging the Fire and Stillness
Sometimes we meet someone and feel a flicker of something we can't name.Not love, not friendship—yet—but recognition. A resonance that stirs the air between us. A pull that says, “Pay attention.” These early moments, where we feel a connection but don’t yet understand the why, are potent.They hold the power to awaken us. Not because… Continue reading When the Soul Remembers Before the Mind Understands
Last night was a hard one. One of those moments in parenting, especially solo parenting, that leaves you raw and questioning. Am I doing the right thing? Am I too hard? Too soft? Is she pulling away because I’m showing her the boundaries she needs, or because I’m getting it all wrong? I sat with… Continue reading Rooted in Love, Even When It Hurts
