I am not lost. I am healing.

I am exactly where I need to be, and sometimes that can feel absolutely terrifying. It may feel like I haven’t found my way because I am in the midst of traveling through all the parts of me that have been left unattended for far too long. And on the days I’m not sure where to go? Now I know that even a broken heart was just an open door to guide me home.

I am not failing. I am growing.

I am not unworthy of love or success. I am nurturing my foundation to blossom a life filled with all of the joy and abundance I deserve. It may feel like I am disappointing myself because I am dismissing the petals of prosperity yet to bloom. And on the days that tears felt like rain? They were there to moisten the earth where my truth had been cultivating.

I am not insufficient. I am balancing.

I am not unwanted or too sensitive. I am finding my footing on this shaky earth and doing it with grace. It may feel like I am too much or too little, but I am valiantly learning my soul’s equilibrium. And on the days when I feel like I am lacking? Those are the days the universe is simply making room for more of what will feed my heart’s purpose.

I am not all of the things that I have blamed myself and tormented myself with. I am on the edge of brilliance and carrying far more than I ever gave myself credit for. Sometimes this journey gets lonely. Sometimes this journey gets dark. Sometimes this journey gets completely confusing and far too rough, but that’s exactly when I can’t give up.

This is a journey that I chose, and it is one I had to take alone. I know that the key to my heart will not be found in someone else’s palm. I know that the door to security will not be opened for me. I know that I was meant to find my truth buried beneath all of the rubble in my soul. I know that no one else’s validation or depiction of perfection will change what lies inside of me.

I know I am destined to do more and that there is still more work to be done. I also know that the person taking the steps today is a woman with so much power and poise. She is healing. She is growing. She is balancing. She is thriving in a world that told her she wouldn’t make it. And I am so proud of her.

I have never been lost. I have been healing all along, and it’s the strongest thing one can do. It takes courage to admit that you’re not always “fine,” and it takes bravery to save yourself. We all have tears and wears and scares and things we’re afraid of in the darkest hours. But now?

I am not afraid anymore. I surrender to my becoming and welcome what I find in me.

Here she comes.