This is Mira’s story — part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) 🎧 Listen while you read: “Start Again” by Nick MulveyFor the brave beauty of saying yes before you’re ready—and becoming someone new in the process https://open.spotify.com/track/2ksgMG1hHFHV979phZ2lkd?si=0324841f1bb84257 Mira's Story: The Year of YesWhere… Continue reading Chapter Sixty-One: The Year of Yes
I didn't know that healing would feel less like a glow-up and more like a demolition site with great lighting. It’s sold to us as a tidy arc: breakdown, breakthrough, soft lighting, thriving. A before-and-after montage with just the right filter and a sudden yoga habit. But real healing? Real transformation? It’s messy. It’s confrontational.… Continue reading This Isn’t the Glow-Up They Promised
There’s power in naming what we want out loud.Even when it’s messy.Even when it feels like too much.Especially then. But I won’t pretend it’s easy.I’ve spoken my desire and watched everything fall apart.I’ve asked for more and have been met with endings.I’ve used my voice and then questioned if I should’ve stayed quiet. So for… Continue reading What I’m Learning About Wanting
I wondered how I could give up hope. Give it away like one would a flower. Though it wouldn’t be a gift. It would be an escape. An escape from the almost. The maybes. The moments my heart beat faster and opened wider, believing—for just a breath—that maybe this one would meet me where I… Continue reading The Ache of Almost
She thought she was blooming late.She even called herself a late bloomer. But perhaps the most important realization is the one that lives deep in her bones now: She isn’t blooming late.She’s blooming exactly when she’s meant to. And right now, she’s waiting. Sitting in the pause. Holding space. Not rushing to grasp, clarify, define,… Continue reading A Love Letter to the Woman Who Waited
I thought I’d know who I was by now. And while I know myself more deeply than ever, there are still pieces of me shifting, reshaping, becoming. But maybe the most honest thing I can say is: I’m in the in-between. Not lost. Not broken. Not spiraling. But not fully arrived either. On the cusp,… Continue reading The Art of the In-Between
You don’t have to shrink to be held.You don’t have to earn rest, or softness, or love. You are not the weight of old stories.You are not the voice that says you must be smaller to be chosen.You are not a project. You are a beginning. A spark. A sovereign.You are the risk worth taking.You… Continue reading A New Archetype
Our thoughts and what we focus on can determine the reality we end up accepting for ourselves. By getting control of our thoughts and letting go of future-tripping we can invite more magic into our lives.
I can't help but wonder about the complexities of identity. Who we are is not always easy to define, and our sense of self can be shaped by a multitude of factors. But as we navigate the waters of identity, there is one aspect that often goes overlooked -- the relationship with ourselves. How we… Continue reading Identity
