A new year. No recap—just truth.

The way people vilify running away has always unsettled me.
Maybe because, if you listen to my story loosely—without care—you could mistake my leaving for escape.

But that interpretation misses the point entirely.

I have never wanted to be known everywhere I go. I have never wanted shortcuts disguised as favor. I would rather fail honestly—on my own merit—than be elevated by proximity, legacy, or a family name that carries weight before I ever speak.

And just as importantly, I do not want my mistakes—past, present, or inevitable—to be blamed on or associated with anyone else. I refuse to let my learning curves become communal property. For the love of God, I want to be my own woman.

Choosing more obscure pastures was not abandonment.
We need family. Community. Support.
It was alignment.

Leaving what was familiar was not fear.
It was discernment.

I was not running from anything.
I was running toward a life of fulfillment, peace, and abundance—one that requires me to become the woman capable of holding it.

Some people will always call that running away.
I call it divine authorship:

God with the pen, me the beautifully messy creation becoming what love intended.

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I present this as a reminder.

Not every departure is an escape. Some are initiations.

Yours in haute healing,
DreamGirl🌿✨