I didn’t wake up one morning feeling brand new.
I woke up…tired.
Tired of pretending.
Tired of holding it all together.
Tired of carrying wounds I never asked for,
and expectations that were never mine to hold.
I was showing up for the world,
but disappearing from myself.
There was a quiet moment — no noise, no drama —
just me… sitting with the truth:
I’m exhausted from surviving.
I’m craving something softer.
Something deeper.
Something real.
I don’t want to perform strength anymore.
I want to feel whole.
I want to rise; not in perfection,
but in presence.
In truth.
In softness.
In power.
So I made a decision:
Not loud.
Not fancy.
But sacred.
I will rise.
Even with shaking hands.
Even with a past I haven’t fully healed.
Even with fear still whispering.
I will rise anyway.
And if you’re here — maybe you’ve felt it too.
That pull. That ache. That quiet knowing:
This isn’t all there is. There’s more for you.
More peace.
More purpose.
More becoming.
So take the step.
Not because you feel ready.
But because you’re done staying small.
We don’t have to have it all figured out.
We just have to begin.
Together, we rise. 🌿
