Not broken. Just becoming.


Hey Reader,

Last week, I shared what it felt like to come apart a little. To stop pretending I was fine and just feel everything.

This week? It's not like everything magically clicked into place. But I did notice something: with a little less armor, I started to feel more real. More connected. A little more me.

I spoke up about something that was really bothering me. I remembered that whatever worst-case scenario I cooked up in my head was suuuuper unlikely, and only good could come from sharing my thoughts. I was right.

Turns out, being honest about how you feel doesn’t just help you—it opens doors. To deeper conversations. Softer relationships. Stronger boundaries. And a clear fucking mind.

So, here's where I'm at now: less about holding it all in, more about holding myself through it.

Maybe you're here too.

Maybe you’re just starting to peel back the layers. Maybe you’ve been living raw and real for a while and you’re wondering what’s next.

Either way—you're not alone. You're not broken. And you’re exactly where you need to be.

Weekly Tarot Card.

The imagery in this deck is *chef's kiss*. The King of Pentacles is the wonderfully sturdy and generous. He'll offer his heart, and you'll trust him with yours. He knows how to hold space—for himself, for others, for the long haul. His support isn't fleeting, it's constant.

He reminds us: emotional maturity isn’t about perfection. It’s about steadiness. It’s about showing up for yourself, even when you’re tired or scared or unsure.

If the Knight of Cups (from last week) was the soul’s whisper, the King of Pentacles is the follow-through.

Are you the King of Pentacles in your own life? Do you have someone in your life that has these traits?

A Powerful Question.

Where can you show up with more steadiness, self-respect, and generosity?

See ya next time.

Thanks for being here. For feeling the hard stuff and still keepin' on.

This is what resilience actually looks like—not gritting your teeth through pain, but growing roots in it.

You're a bad ass and you're doing great things.

Cheers,

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