An Invitation from the Edge of Becoming

To tell you that the journey I’m about to step foot into doesn’t scare me would be a lie.

I am terrified.
But I’m doing it anyway.

If life has taught me anything, it’s this:
Fear is the biggest liar we know.
We create stories in our mind to protect the ego—stories that whisper:
“If you do the big thing, you won’t be safe.”
“If you show them the real you, you won’t be accepted.”
“If you speak your truth, no one will hear you.”

But those stories?
They’re the real make-believe.
The true fairytale—the real happy ending—is on the other side of fear.
And I’m finally ready to go find it.

That’s why I’m doing everything I’m about to do.
And no—I will not spill the tea just yet.

Because for once, I don’t want to perform it.
I want to live it.
I want to feel it.
I want to experience what it’s like to step out of the cage I built to survive—
and see who I am when I finally breathe in my full truth.

I’ve spent years afraid of being seen.
Worried that if people saw the real me behind the masks—the silly one, the sarcastic one, the spiritual one, the fire-breathing, art-making, truth-speaking one—they wouldn’t like me.

But here’s the truth:

I love me.

I am incredibly intuitive.
Nurturing.
Kind.
Fierce.
Funny as hell.
A walking revolution in human form.
And after nearly 40 years of caring far too much about everyone else’s opinion—
I’ve decided the only ones that matter are mine…
and maybe my kids’.

This next chapter? It’s not just a project.
It’s a Creative Return.
To my soul.
To my fire.
To my joy.

It’s a little terrifying.
And it’s the most alive I’ve ever felt.

And if you’re still reading this, maybe some part of you is ready to return too.

Flame & Root

I didn’t heal by fixing what was broken.
I healed by honoring what hurt.
By creating what called to me.
By returning to the self I was always meant to be.

My healing didn’t come in silence.
It came in color.
In movement.
In flame.

I made beauty from the wreckage—and called it a return.
With ritual instead of routine.
With feeling instead of fear.
With creativity instead of control.

Healing isn’t neat. It’s sacred.