I Am My Own Home

Coming home is a practice of presence.

One brave decision.

One sacred no.

One deeper yes.

After I cleared what was no longer true, what stayed was clarity.

And in that clarity I found a kind of confidence I didn’t know I’d been looking for.

Not the loud kind, not the kind that need to convince or explain.

But the quiet, rooted kind.

That moves without asking permission.

Come Home to Yourself