SHIFTING

Things have been shifting and changing for a while now. Not suddenly, not all at once. A slow process that felt overwhelmingly tedious at times. Painful, even. A rebirth, a metamorphosis—trapped in the cocoon, incubating, fully forming.

And now, it’s here. The final arrival. The truth of my soul.

Above all else, I want peace. Simplicity. Ease. I have zero tolerance for drama. No space for anything that does not feel aligned with who I am. No longer permitting what doesn’t belong. No longer allowing chaos or anything that feels wrong. And I am trusting that inner knowing wholeheartedly.

I don’t need to be special. I don’t want to be popular. I don’t care how many likes or comments or contests I win. I just want to be settled in my mind, safe in my own body.

I want to create for the pure joy of creating. Write what is yearning to be spoken aloud. Paint for the process and not the finished product. I don’t want perfection. Not anymore. I want authenticity and realness.

I want to speak my soul and pour my heart out and not care what other people may think. I want to do it for me and no one else. Because artistic expression has been a part of who I am since the very beginning. And I don’t need validation for it. It’s mine and mine alone, and no one can take that from me.

All of this has been taking shape, like a slab of clay being sculpted one delicate curl at a time. Manifesting and finally, finally coming to its completion.

A diamond emerging under intense heat and pressure, sparkling for the mere fact that it exists. No longer needing to shine for the world to see. Shining for myself instead.

My wings are damp as I emerge from this cocoon. Not quite ready yet to fly. But my head is turned up, eyes to the sky, and when I am ready, in my own time, I will take flight.