04/30/2026
There was a time I thought I needed approval.
A sign.
A guarantee that everything would work out before I allowed myself to rise.
So I waited. I questioned. I second-guessed the very things placed inside of me.
But growth has a way of gently asking: What if you trusted yourself instead?
So today, I’m choosing differently.
I give myself permission to soar—not because everything is perfect, but because I am no longer willing to stay grounded by fear, doubt, or old versions of me.
Soaring doesn’t mean I have it all figured out. It means I’m willing to rise anyway.
To stretch.
To expand.
To become.
And maybe… that’s what freedom really looks like. Because I trust who I’m becoming.