02/02/2026
What I am moving through is not random.
It is not a mistake.
It is an initiation.
There are moments when everything feels unfamiliar—when the old ways no longer fit, and the new ones have not yet revealed themselves. This is where I am now. Stripped of certainty. Asked to stand without the structures that once made me feel safe.
Initiation doesn’t arrive gently. It asks me to let go before I feel ready. It brings me face to face with my edges, my fears, my resistance. It dismantles who I thought I needed to be so something truer can take shape.
Some days, I feel tired. Some days, I feel cracked open. And still, beneath it all, there is a quiet knowing: this passage is shaping me. I am not being punished—I am being prepared.
I am learning to stay with myself in the discomfort. To trust the silence. To honour the pause between who I was and who I am becoming.
This is my mantra now:
What I am going through is an initiation.
I trust the wisdom of this threshold.
I allow myself to be remade.
I do not need to rush this becoming.
The fire knows what it’s doing.