Honest About Our Edges ๐ฅฃ
๐ฅฃ You Are Still Becoming — And That’s Power
This isn't a checklist. It's a quiet remembering.
It took years.
We let life in now — but with discernment. We’re not flinching anymore, but we’re still tracking the room. ๐
Energy doesn’t lie.
Do you accept all of you?
I do.
My 11-year-old is still here. So is my 60-year-old self. The woman who took the vow? She's not a ghost.
We live side by side now. Nobody gets exiled.
✨ Are you here yet?
If not, are you willing to take one tiny step?
Have you helped your younger self off the floor?
That inner teen raised a screaming baby with no help.
That calm you see? It was earned, not inherited. ๐ช
We don’t sugarcoat or perform.
I speak from where my vow and my humor meet.
It’s not brutal. It’s real. ๐ค
๐ฌ️ You don’t have to arrive anywhere.
But are you willing to stop pretending?
I’m not Wonder Woman. She's fiction. ๐
We feel for others, but we don’t abandon ourselves to save them.
That’s not love. That’s erasure.
Politeness ≠ safety.
If it feels off, it is.
We don’t swallow our bones anymore. ๐
๐ Not everything is fixable.
But is your soul still listening?
We don’t use humor to deflect anymore.
We use it to survive. To liberate.
To cut through the ridiculous and keep breathing. ๐ง
We walked out of what dishonored us.
We said no to family secrets.
Our precepts still stand — even in private. ๐
๐งYou’re not too late.
Is there one truth you’re ready to live out loud?
Others can feel what they feel.
We protect our peace, our time, our body.
That’s not cruelty. That’s clarity. ๐
We’ve got things to do.
We’re not leaking. We’re not waiting.
We’re fully here — in our own skin. ⏳
๐ฅฃ Let’s stop asking, “Am I healed yet?”
Let’s ask — “Am I listening to the parts of me that were never allowed to speak?”
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