Years ago, I used to sit outside and lose myself in the wonder and awe of a particular night sky. I was in a country that wasn't mine, in a hard version of life I was swept into. But even then, even in that place, it was a breathtaking sight to behold, hundreds (maybe thousands) of stars burning so incredibly bright, the moon so close and full it felt within reach (like nothing I'd ever seen before or since). And I would take it all in with one very specific, quiet wish I held close.

Not for anything big or extraordinary or flashy. Just for this: what I have today. The peace. The growing trust and tenderness with myself and with life. The soft joy, the wholeness, the becoming, the pace I get to dictate.

Even now, with the mess still present, the uncertainty still real, the fear of stepping into the unknown still close, and much blooming still to do, I recognize this time as the answer to that quiet wish from years ago. Finally I get to write my own story. On my own terms.

It took a while and a lot of work. But I'm here, arriving full, and I'm profoundly grateful. For the experiences and the amazing people who walk this path with me.

For those of you still on your way: there is room for trust. You will get there. Hold onto that light, follow your inner guidance, do the work and keep going. Right there with you. 💗🤍