As with many souls, I find myself repeatedly called to stop shrinking and to stand openly in who I truly am.

Again and again, life places me in circumstances that require the fullness of my being. Whether I am untangling an imbalance with a close friend, admitting my impatience with a stranger, acknowledging envy of another writer, or quietly noticing the disregard of someone who allows their dog to roam freely in public, I am reminded that presence is required of me. Even when I say nothing, I must remain fully myself.

When I suppress my nature, something in me contracts. My life feels smaller, less alive. What once felt like personal integrity now feels like spiritual alignment.

Being fully myself is no longer a preference; it is the condition for my unfolding.

If I refuse that crossing, the path does not open.

My life does not move forward. It waits. To honor our stories is to allow them to open into mystery.

Every hidden corner, no matter how gently guarded, must soften if we are to live authentically. The subtle ways we conceal ourselves cannot accompany us into growth. Today, I pause at the center of myself, aware that I am still becoming, still emerging into the shape of my life. I ask what this season requires of me, and how I can answer it with honesty, courage, and presence.