Gratitude

As I shift and transition with life and time, I find myself being filled with deeper and deeper gratitude for Source & the Universe — and for the way I am able to co-create opportunities for growth, healing, and learning.

In truth, I used to sit so heavily in the energy of victimhood and martyrdom. I had no real understanding of awareness, acceptance, or true accountability. The idea that I was the one creating my reality felt impossible to grasp — because at the time, my reality felt like an absolute shitstorm of chaos.

And shifting through that wasn’t easy. It took deep work. Consistent, confronting, courageous work. And it still does.

It often feels like a never-ending conversation between my soul and my ego — a dance between the sacred and the scared.

I'm learning, slowly and intentionally, how to move through experiences seeking soul-level understanding, rather than getting lost in the swirl of emotion or the illusion of control. I'm teaching myself to honour my emotions — because they are valid, sacred, and wise — while also creating enough space to step back, intuitively check in, and ask: Why did I call this in? What am I meant to see here?

Because without seeking the truth behind the experience — the real truth, not just the story or surface-level meaning — I stay stuck in the same loop, wearing different costumes. Patterns repeat. Lessons resurface. And I remain tethered to an identity that isn’t rooted in my wholeness.

The truth is the doorway to freedom. It’s what transforms pain into power, and chaos into clarity. It's what allows me to consciously evolve rather than unconsciously react.

I feel eternally grateful for the community I’ve built around me — a circle of hearts that show up with tenderness, honesty, and grace. People who reflect truth back to me without judgement but with gentleness. Who remind me of my own power when I forget. Who help me lovingly untangle my ego from my essence. And who never hesitate to hold space for me while also nudging me to widen my lens and shift my perspective.

This journey is far from linear, and certainly not perfect — but it is sacred. And I wouldn’t trade the depth, the growth, or the remembrance for anything.

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