
This is me — showing up in the middle of the mess.
My body feels heavy.
My house is a reflection of everything I’ve been holding inside.
I feel insecure. Disconnected. Lost my rhythm.
And still… I got on my bike to go to the gym.
I moved. I breathed.
I listened.
i’m not trying to be a better version of myself.
i’m just learning how to be here.
to be with myself.
as I am.
the shame.
the softness.
the starting over.
this is my offering.
a mirror, maybe.
for anyone who is also finding their way back
to their rhythm.
to their body.
to the now.
Life, as it is & as it comes
In all it’s forms.
🌿