21/01/2026
Coming Home to My Truth
I think there comes a point in many women’s lives where we pause and take stock, looking back on our choices, our paths, and the versions of ourselves we once were. I’ve only recently had the space to truly reflect, to become aware of the lens I’m looking through now, and to notice which version of me is being expressed in this moment.
In my younger years, I had very little self-worth and was incredibly naïve. I didn’t really know who I was or what I deserved. I learned slowly, through experience, through mistakes, and through the many different people I met along the way. Each of them, in their own way, helped shape the person I am today, and for that I’m deeply grateful.
Some people pass through our lives briefly, like signposts along the path, while others remain for a lifetime. Every encounter carries meaning, meeting us where we are and reflecting something back to us depending on our level of awareness at the time.
Whether this shift has anything to do with menopause, I’m not sure. What I do know is that I feel strong, rooted, and settled within myself now. There’s a grounded feminine energy I didn’t have before, a clear departure from the person I once was. I still return to that younger version of me, but I do so gently, with compassion and understanding, aware of how differently I hold her now.
Life continues to unfold, changing with every season we move through. And however our journeys take shape, we’re not walking them alone, we’re moving alongside one another, learning as we go.
In the end, life, experience, and relationships shape us, but when everything external falls away, roles, possessions, and expectations, what remains is our inner truth. Living in alignment with that truth is where real peace and fulfillment live, and that kind of happiness is deeply precious.
