24/02/2026
This summer has been one of the most liberating seasons Iāve had in a long time.
Not because everything was perfect.
Not because I had some big breakthrough moment.
Not because I had it all figured out.
But because I stopped waiting.
Waiting for the right timing.
For more certainty.
For less fear.
For the weight of validation.
For a long time, I told myself I was scared of change.
Scared of the loss.
The uncertainty.
The unraveling that comes with it.
But the truth is...
I am far more afraid of stagnation.
Of staying the same.
Of living half-expanded.
Of repeating patterns that feel āsafeā but heavy.
Of pushing through instead of flowing.
Stagnation looks functional on the outside.
But in the body?
It tightens.
It braces.
It holds.
And liberation has a price.
You have to feel what youāve been avoiding.
The grief.
The discomfort.
The identity that no longer fits.
But on the other side of that?
There is space.
Space in the chest.
Space in the breath.
Space in your days.
Space to move differently.
And this summer season feltā¦ free.
More spontaneous.
More playful.
Less performing.
Less proving.
Not because life got easier.
But because I stopped resisting the change that was already happening ā
which funnily made life easier š
This season reminded me that
change doesnāt take your freedom.
Avoiding it does. āļøāļø
