There’s been a shift. Maybe you’ve noticed.
A different rhythm in the words. A slightly adjusted voice. A change.
That’s what happens when we evolve. When we let other tools into our toolbox, when we find new ways to say the same deep truths. But lately, I’ve been missing me—the raw, real, quietly thunderous voice that’s always been mine.
So here she is.
This is me—getting a little lost, maybe, but never gone. I’ve been tired, busy, bruised. And in the in-between moments, I reached for ease. I reached for help.
But what I forgot was that I am the magic.
I don’t need polish. I need permission.
So I’m giving it to myself—again.
And if you’ve ever felt like your voice got swept up in someone else’s echo, I hope this brings you home too.
The truth never really leaves us. We just have to remember how to speak it again.
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With lace and driftwood,
Carole