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
