Lines Between Living

This shift in life hit different.

Not because anything magical happened but because I did.

I woke up and felt that click… that quiet, steady “enough is enough” rising in my chest.

I’m entering this new birth year where I stop talking about becoming her

and actually become her 

the version of me who trains with intention,

who feeds her body like she’s building something sacred,

who listens to her spirit before she listens to the world.

Oats and bananas to keep me moving.

New Sneakers to help guide my new momentum

Apps lined up like soldiers.

My mat waiting like an altar.

And my mind?

Locked the heck in.

This isn’t a “new year, new me.”

This is a rebirth forged in discipline, devotion, and a little bit of divine rage.

The soft kind that pushes you forward, not breaks you down.

I’m done shrinking.

I’m done settling.

I’m done pretending I don’t know what I’m capable of.

I’m stepping into the most trying, most revealing,

and most transformative year of my life 

on purpose, with purpose, and for myself.

If you see me glowing differently,

just know:

I worked for that.