I am wiser and lighter. I know now that everything I need to carry is already within.

Sometimes we need to collect our own battle scars to serve as souvenirs for the soul.

I’m craving a clean slate and trying not to focus too much on the future as a form of escape.

waiting isn’t punishment, it’s just part of the process. 

does the caterpillar know that it’s signing up to eventually transform into a butterfly?

I am calm. & no longer stressing myself out about outcomes.

thank you for not being blinded by my brightness. thank you, for seeing me.

I don’t have all the answers today, and for once that’s ok.

I ask life if he’ll go slow, but he only promises to ebb and to flow.

womanhood crept up on me subtly. it wasn’t loud or forceful. it just…was.

It feels so much easier to shame the undesirable parts of myself. I want to forget her, erase her, pretend she never existed. But in doing that, I would strip away from the things I love about myself. Because it’s our shadows that make us shine even brighter, ya know?

What I’m realizing is that it takes confidence and getting comfortable (in our skin, in our body, in our decisions, etc.) to go slow. Because rushing is just insecurity trying not to get caught.

Every day isn’t gonna feel like sunshine. And that’s ok (and completely normal). There’s always gonna be SOMETHING. And we can either let it weigh us down (trust me, I be in my feelings for days at a time 🤧 — I’m working on it) or we can actively choose to sprinkle and create pockets of joy in our life.

I’ve allowed myself to be emptied out so that I can have room for more vibrancy, more expansion, something new, something different, something fresh. I consider it a necessary pruning.

doing our best really depends on so many different things. our environment, our resources, accessibility, etc. there has to be a balance between meeting ourselves where we’re at while still striving for better

I've withered away to nothingness in order to see that I am everything.

when I slow down I can hear God.

I no longer want to show up as anything less than me

that way, I'm not planting seeds of misalignment & wondering why there are no willow trees

if I told you I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts today, would you make room/hold space for me?

I wish I would’ve been there…in the present with you.