06/13/2025
✨ Birthday Reflections ✨
It took me 30 years (okayyy, maybe a little more) to truly understand something that sounds so simple:
We are the loves of our own lives.
Not in a cliché, bubble-bath-and-affirmations kind of way — but in a deep, soul-level, no-matter-what kind of way.
It takes enough loss.
Enough heartbreak.
Enough darkness.
Enough joy.
Enough silence.
Enough mornings where you barely recognize yourself — and enough evenings where you finally feel whole again — to realize…
We are our own home.
Not everyone gets there easily. I didn’t.
It takes unraveling. It takes coming back to yourself again and again.
And then one day, you stop looking for someone to save you, fix you, complete you — and you realize:
You’ve been the one all along.
Everyone else? Beautiful. Meaningful. A gift.
But still — a bonus.
So today, I celebrate more than a birthday.
I celebrate the version of me who finally chose herself. Who learned that soft can be strong, that solitude isn’t lonely, and that loving yourself is the foundation of everything.
Here’s to becoming your own safe place.
Your own steady love.
Your own light.
💫
