26/01/2026
As we move through life, changes occur. Some loud and abrupt, others quiet, sometimes without us noticing… until one day, we look in the mirror and don’t quite recognise who’s looking back.
Today, that was my experience 🪞
Over the past few years, especially since my daughter crossed her own threshold, I’ve felt a continual shaking of the ground I stand on. A deepening curiosity about my existence, my identity, my place ❓❓
Six months ago, I decided to grow my natural hair out. I haven’t seen my natural colour since I was nine years old. I grabbed that box of mulberry and lathered it into my hair. Playing with hair colour and style has been one of the ways I’ve expressed myself, presented myself to the world, and perhaps hidden parts of myself too 🫣
When I had my hair loc’d, I felt like I’d finally found a version of myself I’d been quietly searching for. And now, returning to my roots, watching my natural brunette weave itself, now with silver, I’m noticing how much of my identity I’ve built around these external expressions.
Today, I had to pause and ask: who am I? 🤔
In April, I turn 42. I’m closing my fifth 7-year cycle and standing at the edge of my sixth. Alongside the shedding of the year of the Snake and cutting through disillusionment, this feels like a deeper undoing. A seeing through of what no longer fits. Old identities, old skins, old ways of being 🐍
What remains feels unfamiliar.
I’m moving around in a new skin now. It doesn’t quite fit yet. It feels loose, a little baggy, and I’m not sure how to wear it, how to move in it, or how to be seen in it.
This feels like a returning. A meeting of the woman I am becoming. Refining how she stands, how she lives, how she shows up in the world.
I offer this to you, my fellow brothers and sisters 🤍
Have you ever looked in the mirror and felt unfamiliar to yourself?
Are you navigating a shedding, a transition, a becoming you don’t yet have words for?
I would love to hear your reflections and lived wisdom as we walk these terrains together…
