I am no longer focused
only on what I survived.

I'm becoming excited again
about what still awaits me.

Softness. Calm. Longing. Femininity. Possibility.

The light through the door feels almost symbolic somehow…
like life calling from outside
while I build peace inside.

Tonight there's a storm outside. Thunder. Lightning. Dark skies.

And here in this little apartment, soft lighting, quiet music, and flowers blooming on the balcony...
all while I continue building a life.

A life with beauty.
A life with conversation.
A life with friendship, travel, laughter, dinner parties, romance, purpose, and hope.

I have lived through hard things.

But those things are no longer the only story I tell myself.

There are still adventures waiting for me.
Still beautiful moments I haven't lived yet.
Still people I haven't met.
Still laughter I haven't heard.
Still places I haven't seen.

And for the first time in a long time…
I feel ready for all of it.
Yay me!

💕 If this spoke to you, come say hello in the comments. What part of life are you becoming excited about again?

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