10/01/2025
September was a personal month 7 for me, and the peak of my personal year 7. This number is known to be a vibration of deep introspection, spiritual refinement, and inner inquiry. It often brings both a sense of isolation and illumination, pulling us inward so that we can uncover truths about ourselves that might otherwise remain hidden.
Despite wanting to settle even more deeply into my cocoon in my final stretch of spiritual and personal gestation, September actually called me out into the world more than I expected, but in ways that were deeply medicinal.
I anticipated that September would be like one long therapy session where I was constantly confronting my limiting beliefs, unhelpful patterns, and where I would find the courage to throw myself over the edge of a portal into deeper clarity that I had been avoiding out of fear.
Turns out, I was refined instead through joy, community, and play.
I dressed up like a camel for ’s Ca****oe themed birthday party. I enjoyed cozy craft nights with . I started a new creative outlet of making bonkers hair clips that I am now forcing on all of my friends. I CUT MY NAILS SHORT and got back to the ukulele. I celebrated my 9th wedding anniversary to the love of my infinite lifetimes at a dope ass spa. I let my inner child try new things and play with new people at ’s birthday party. I went to build a bear and made a new friend (her name is Ziggy and you best put some respect on it) in honor of ’s 30th! I went vintage shopping and thrifting to my inner fashionista’s content. I snuggled dogs, played mermaids in the hot tub, and laughed my ass off. I walked miles, covered my feet in blisters, and kept walking. I let myself be creative, expressive, connected, and seen.
I was seen trying. I was seen flailing. I was seen exploring. I was seen crying. I was seen laughing. I was seen for who I am.
I look eagerly look forward to October and all the mischief it will evoke from me.