pivoting once again
This past month has been a big pivot for me — slowing down, going inward, and starting to feel like myself again. I’ve always been a deep feeler, someone who can make meaning out of a piece of gum stuck to the sidewalk — something that’s probably maddening to those around me. But I’ve also always known the difference between holding close to myself and abandoning myself. And whether I choose to honor that knowing or not is another story.
The truth is, we’re always shifting. Versions of myself I once clung to so tightly have gently fallen away — sometimes with grace, sometimes with a knockdown, drag out fight. I’ve learned that letting go doesn’t mean losing myself; it means making space for who I’m becoming. And I know this won’t be the last pivot. I’ll keep softening, shedding, circling back, and becoming more me each time. The evolution isn’t linear, and thank God for that. It’s a dance, and I’m finally letting it lead (sometimes.)
This is the core of my work — reminding others (and myself) that coming home to yourself isn’t a one-time arrival. It’s a practice. A remembering. Whether we’re on the mat, writing in a journal, or simply taking a deep breath — it all counts. And no step forward is ever lost, even if there’s a few face plants along the way.
