We are conditioned to celebrate the after: the cleaned-up version, the tidy conclusion, the triumphant reveal.
But what about the sacred, necessary mess that comes before? The space where everything feels like it’s falling apart—when in truth, it’s falling into place?
Becoming is not a clean process. It doesn’t come with neat timelines or tidy instructions.
Sometimes it looks like crying on your kitchen floor. Sometimes it feels like being lost in your own life.
Here’s what I’ve learned: the mess is not a mistake. It’s the metamorphosis.
You are shedding. Cracking. Expanding. It’s uncomfortable because growth rearranges everything you thought was fixed.
There will be days you want to go back to the smaller version of yourself, just for the comfort of the known. Don’t. Stay in the stretch.
You are not broken. You are breaking open.
Healing isn’t a clean line. It’s a sacred tangle of grace, grit, and growth.
Let the mess be sacred. Let it shape you.
Embrace the mess. Breathe deeply into it. Let it do its work.Â
This isn’t a blog. It’s a practice in presence.
Thank you for witnessing the work in motion.
Presence 🌿 Purpose 🌿 Becoming