The clues were
there
Now analysed...

The patterns were
there
Now recognized...

I'm waiting for you...

Waiting for change...

Now Trying
To decode
The mystery of love...

Is it all too much?

Now seeing
the uncontrollable inconsistency.
Both delicious and destructive...

Turning us both
into a muddy lake of
everything we never wanted.  ​

The leaning in.
The waiting.
Being met where you are.
Feeling seen.
Knowing.
Dreaming along the path
that feels right.
Being fully yourself.
Showing up for yourself
in front of someone else.
That’s what matters.
You can’t let fear run the show.
You can’t hide forever...
Eventually,
your truth will surface.
And if you’re not ready for it,
the shadow you’ve been avoiding will hit hard.
Without love for yourself,
everything else falls flat.
It doesn’t matter how skilled you are,
how accomplished.
If the love doesn’t start within,
every victory feels hollow,
every race
empty.
Be grateful.
Pause.
Reflect.
Ask yourself:
What do you want to invite into this experience?
What energy,
What connection,
What life?
​Show up!! 

My mind is in transition
I'm vulnerable
and
this space is uncertain.
Building something new...
slower and calmer,
plays with my mind.
It remembers
the chemistry, the highs
and the passion.
When the new feeling
is uncertain,
I reminisce of the past,
the familiar
emotional high...
not because it's right,
but because it's known. ​

Sometimes it's
the feeling
the feeling 
of peace
that needs
to be addressed.

Sometimes it's
the avoiding
the avoiding
of challenges
that's perceived
as peace.

Sometime
Sometime
in the future
they may realise...
Realise
that the peace
they really seek
comes from
the challenges 
they faced
and
mastered.

My friend
measures time.

I measure
how it feels
inside.

They see speed.

I feel steadiness.

Rushing in for me is... 

Labeling too soon,
Lives rearranged overnight,
Passion without foundation,
Ignoring the red flags
because
the flames feel so good.

The difference...

No label.
No merging of lives.
Just slow and steady.
Just honesty.
Just awareness.

Awareness of
our own shadows
That walk beside us
Rather than lead us.

I am not jumping.
I am tending.
Slowly nourishing the fire.

Not suffocating it.
Not starving it.
Not hovering over it
to check if it is still burning.

Just trusting
that warmth
built gently
lasts. ​

I once searched for
Intensity
The Butterflies
that felt other worldly
but are actually
anxiety
The Chemistry that held me
transfixed
but is actually
unpredictability
The Passion that kept me
questioning
but is actually
inconsistency
Calmness can feel
almost…
unfamiliar at first.
When we’re used to
chaos,
steadiness can feel...
Nearly too quiet.
But
The Calmness that feels like
monotony
is actually safety.
I point my compass
now
toward
calmness ... ​