And so she woke up on Sunday, March 1st, 2026.
The first thing on her mind was a quiet chant….”I am sorry. Please forgive me. I love you.”
It wasn’t directed at anyone in particular.
If anything, it was meant for herself.
It was a dull Sunday, the kind Sundays usually are… but this one carried a different texture. She found herself asking, How did I get here? And just as quickly, she reminded herself…” I am exactly where I am meant to be.”
Chapter 2 of 12 was layered. Messy in places. Clarifying in others. The theme had been simple.. “no peasant energy.” Nothing extravagant about it just a quiet decision not to shrink, not to mask, not to entertain what diminishes her.
She has felt every emotion that demanded to be felt.
She has finally met her wounds without flinching. And the only honorable response has been gentleness.
Life has not unfolded the way she once imagined it would by now. But she no longer punishes herself for that. She embraces what is. Fully.
She has learned to hold all her sides…. the soft, the sharp, the uncertain and to move with conviction anyway.
For Chapter 3, she is open. Open to the surprises God has waiting for her small, beautiful life.
In the meantime, she feels free.
Whole.
Mended in places she once thought would remain fractured.
She is loosening her grip on what was never hers to carry.
Even in the ordinary, she notices beauty tracing the edges.
She has been writing less lately not because there’s nothing to say, but because some things are sacred. Some details require more time before they are offered to the world.
For now, she simply wants Chapter 3 of 12 to be elegant in its own quiet way.
Sending love and light to every gentle soul who stumbles upon this. May you find the courage to release what no longer serves you. May you recognize beauty in the most ordinary moments. And may March arrive with a thousand small glimmers, soft and steady, with every waking day.
Cheers
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Shadow to my light. 