If it was never there from the start, if I grew up to the soundtrack of birds chirping, trees swaying to the wind, children’s laughter in the distance, hens clucking, cows lowing, rivers rolling, and the soft punctuation of raindrops. Then life would still feel full. I’d be accustomed to that gentle orchestra; it would be home.
But if music had been part of me and someone suddenly ripped it away, I’d be miserable. I’d stumble around trying to hum a missing tune, replay old songs in my head until they frayed. And honestly what am I supposed to do with the tiny, cute distorted guitar tattoo on my hand if there’s no music left? That’s the real tragedy.
I’d say I’m someone who feels deeply and listens closely not just to people, but to energy, patterns, silences. I live in a way that’s deeply intuitive. I don’t always need the loudest signal to know what’s going on. I just know.
I’m kind not in the performative, people-pleasing way, but in the way that holds space. In the way that chooses softness even when I’ve tasted sharpness. ( Though to be honest, I am healing my people pleasing tendencies one step at a time)
I think a lot. I feel even more. And I try to be honest with myself through both.
I don’t chase perfection I chase clarity. And when I find it, I hold it like a gem; carefully, gratefully, knowing it could change again.
And maybe most of all I’m someone who notices. The small shifts. The unsaid things. The moments in between.
That’s where I live. That’s who I am.
In a nutshell I am: -Deeply grounded -Introspective -Kind -In touch with my emotions -Curious -Self aware
What strategies do you use to maintain your health and well-being?
Whew! You got me here.
When it comes to my health, I just exist. I’ve been consistent with my 2 second daily workout (Lazy girlies assemble please).
Oooooh I just remembered, I hydrate like my whole existence depends on it, and honestly yes my whole existence depends on it anyway.
I drink herbs🤣 I gaslight myself into believing they work wonders that is; Moringa and Hibiscus tea, and aloe vera once in while.
Then every day I affirm “I am a very healthy woman” 🤣 this one always take me out ( I laugh at my jokes by the way, like damn Val you are hilarious)
I am obsessed with my nervous system though, here’s where all the hard work goes. I’ve done an awesome job healing my nervous system, I gotta give it to myself when it comes to this. How did I heal this? I just allowed myself to see through my bs, made peace with it, accepted myself entirely and started doing the work.
A lot of things bother me… I mean, it’s only human. But one thing I genuinely can’t stand is being around people who just can’t be themselves.
There’s something about that kind of energy that feels off. It doesn’t just irritate me it drains me. Completely. It’s honestly exhausting being around that. There’s just… something about it.
I’m still figuring out the why. Maybe it’s the tension they carry, or the constant shape-shifting that makes the room feel heavy. Maybe it’s because I value authenticity so deeply, that being around its absence feels like suffocating in silence.
I just wish more people knew how much peace lives in simply being who you are. No edits. No masks. Just you.
(The amount of time I’ve yapped “authenticity here feels illegal)
What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony?
Haah! I almost missed today’s prompt, but whew! This one’s got me smiling. I love love. I’m a certified, card-carrying hopeless romantic.
My definition of romance? Comprehension.
Not just flowers and fancy gestures (though yes, please 🌹) but truly getting each other.
Like, “I see you. I get you. I hold space for who you are,” and you doing the same for me.
That’s it. That’s the romance.
It’s conversations.
Not just the deep, soul-baring kind (though I live for those), but the playful, “you won’t believe what happened at work today” ones.
Talking to my man, my man, my man (yes, I’ve said that way too many times 😅) that’s my love language. It’s how I go on adventures without ever leaving the house.
It’s listening. Like, actually listening.
Because have you ever opened your heart to someone, only to realize halfway through they’ve completely zoned out? Whew.
Not just humiliating, diabolical.
A heartbreak without the breakup.
So when my person really listens tuned in, heart on, eyes soft? That’s poetry.
It’s quality time.
Car parked. Takeout in hand. Nowhere to go just good vibes.
It’s snuggles. It’s canoodling. It’s couch cuddles where time disappears.
It’s respect.
(Hey papi, here…respect abounds)
Knowing that beyond and above the love, there’s respect.
On the days when love doesn’t feel like enough, we’ll fill the gap with the respect we’ve built around each other.
It’s space.
Space to talk, to vent, to become the full-blown podcast that I am unfiltered, unscripted, and slightly dramatic. 😂
To me, romance is showing up as your whole self and letting me do the same.
Like yes, I’m your safe space. And you? You’re my effing best friend, hun. 💛
Also… I already have the design of my gown, by the way. 😌
Shadow to my light. 