Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 8 I have spent years falling for almost.The almost-love.The almost-available.The almost-ready.The almost-promises whispered late at night, wrapped in just enough sweetness to make me hope. I listened to sugar-coated words and called them sincerity.I ignored red flags and called them "growth edges."I mistook affection for intention. But almost never… Continue reading On Almost
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 4 When I was younger, I hated hugs. It’s not like I grew up in a house without affection. But somewhere along the way, a hug became something that made me freeze. Like my body forgot what to do. Arms stiff. Heart racing. Eyes wide. I would default to… Continue reading The Girl Who Hated Hugs
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 3 I had my first boyfriend as a freshman in high school. I’m still not entirely sure how it moved from noticing him across the cafeteria to him being my official bf. Maybe it was the “fresh meat” effect at a small school. I was new, wide-eyed, and visibly… Continue reading First Kiss, Last Straw
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 2 Because I am a sucker for sharing all of my awkward, embarrassing late bloomer moments, I figured… why not make a series out of them? Because I have a lot of them. As a preteen and teen, I was expert-level at having a crush. Unreciprocated, of course.Some might… Continue reading What to Do With My Arms
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 1 I was a late bloomer in a lot of ways. I'm thankful for blooming on this timetable… now. As a pre-teen and teen, I watched those around me walk through the world with a confidence I couldn’t even fathom. That longing, to be as good, as sure, as… Continue reading Riding Without Hands
April brings growth, nurturing, and the archetype of the Gardener—one who tends to what is becoming, trusting that what is planted will bloom in its own time. Growth is not just about action—it’s also about patience. About knowing when to step in and when to step back, when to cultivate and when to allow. The… Continue reading April: Attuning to Knowing
Photo by Marissa Grootes on Unsplash As we step into March, my card for the energy of the month is The Emperor. In tarot, The Emperor stands as a symbol of structure, stability, and confident leadership—a necessary evolution from the boundless, exploratory spirit of The Fool that graced February. The Emperor invites me to embrace order and purpose.… Continue reading March: Marching into Authority
Photo by Leio McLaren on Unsplash As we step into February, my card for the energy of the month is The Fool. In tarot, The Fool is the very first card—a symbol of new beginnings, fresh starts, and limitless potential. Often seen as the main character of the tarot deck, The Fool embarks on an… Continue reading February: To Walk Without Fear
The year began with fire in my hands.The Knight of Wands rose as my card for January. The spiritual revolutionary, bringer of change,charging forward with vision and heart. He asked me to stop circling difficultyand instead alchemize it and see what was waiting on the other side of fear. To step boldly where I had… Continue reading January: Revolution
