There comes a moment on the path of becoming when you stop waiting for permission.

A moment when the noise of everyone else's expectations fades beneath the simple, ringing clarity of your own voice.

A moment when you stand with both feet planted in the truth of who you are—and without needing to defend it, explain it, or justify it—you choose it.

You choose you.

There is a whisper that has followed so many of us through the years—
Be smaller. Quieter. Less.

It creeps into classrooms, workplaces, dinner tables, even friendships. It tells us our sensitivity is weakness, our passion is overwhelming, our longing for depth is inconvenient. And so, little by little, we learn to tuck pieces of ourselves away.

My becoming is far from over.

There is a quiet freedom in remembering: we are never finished.

We live in a culture that loves conclusions—milestones, checklists, achievements neatly tied with a bow. But your soul knows something gentler, something truer: your unfolding is not a project to be completed. It is a lifelong rhythm, a movement that shifts and deepens with every season.