Becoming Reflections

My nine-year-old told me the other night, matter of factly, that a certain worry was "sitting in their stomach." Not upset about it. Not asking me to fix it. Just naming it, the way you would name the weather. I sat with that long after bedtime. Because at nine, I did not have those words. I am not sure I had them at twenty-nine. I come from a line of people who did not say the thing. My elders carried what they carried in silence, the way you carry something heavy and never

There is a kind of tired that sleep doesn't fix. ​ You know the one. ​ You wake up already behind. Before your feet hit the floor, your mind has run through three conversations you need to have, two appointments you need to schedule, and something you forgot to follow up on last week. ​ And somewhere in the middle of all of that... you realize you haven't thought about yourself yet. ​ Not really. The Pull in Two Directions I've been thinking a lot about what it feels like to

There’s a part of the process that’s essential, yet rarely discussed: the challenging and uncertain middle phase, where doubt often lingers. Not the beginning. Not the breakthrough. The Part In Between It's the part in between. The part where you’ve already started… But it still doesn’t feel solid. You showed up. You took the first step. You did the thing you weren’t sure you could do. And somehow… You still feel unsure. I’ve been noticing this in my half-marathon training. B

Sometimes change doesn't begin with clarity. It begins with a quiet realization that something in your life is ready to shift.