The Holidays

This holiday season feels like its own kind of portal. A season of change where everything (hope, fear, grief, love, excitement, etc) rushes in at once and somehow all belongs. Some days the grief comes in waves so strong it almost cripples me. Other days, I feel a wild, delicious freedom I haven't felt in a while… a sense of expansion in my chest that reminds me I’m growing, not breaking. The fu*king growing pains though!!! Hurts like a mothafu*ka! Lol!

And even then, I'm surprised I don’t feel confused.

I feel present.

I feel here.

I feel like wanting to be exactly where I am—inside all these shifting swirls of emotions... it's precisely where I know I’m meant to be.

There was a time I didn’t trust myself the way that I do now. A time when I’d look outside of me for the answers. But now… now it feels like I’ve come home to myself. And even in the fu*king heartache, even in the unknown, there’s something steady and sacred about being here now.

Here’s to the season of change. To what’s leaving, what’s coming, and the version of me who’s learning to hold it all and breathe it all in 🌙✨

Thanks for reading ❤️🙏🏻

LS