This week was a ride.
Not in an emotionally unstable way—just full. Mostly work stuff. And while I could list all the ways things could’ve gone better, I’d rather say this: I’m proud of me.

I’m learning to embrace that I can be both exceptional and incomplete at the same time. That’s what transformation is.

Another lesson that’s settling into my bones? I don’t have to apologize for doing what’s best for me. That probably sounds like a people-pleaser recovery mantra—and maybe it is—but I honestly didn’t make that connection until recently. I just felt something real within myself… and honored it above what anyone outside of me might feel about it. I placed my own love on top. And I love that for me.

I didn’t keep up with my Sensual Awareness Tracker this week—the one I created to support mindfulness and embodiment—but here’s the beauty: I still felt prepared. I’ve been in rhythm with God and myself. Learning. Unlearning. Healing. And that made the week easier to breathe through.

And in that process, I uncovered parts of myself I don’t usually lead with—darker edges, shadow tones. Instead of trying to “pray them away,” I sat with them. Interviewed them. Got curious.

Turns out, she’s not here to ruin me—she’s here to round me out.
Now that I’ve met her, I’m less afraid she’ll take over.
I’m more interested in what we can build together.

This kind of strength—this freedom—is why the journey is worth it.

I can feel a shift in pace coming, and this time, I’m not resisting it.
Because now, I love my duality. I’ve prioritized my love.
I’ve tapped into a balance that centers my Spirit and illuminates my depth.

Grateful. Curious. Abundant.
And still blooming.