I will probably always be a summer girl, but I no longer want to spend half the year resisting the season I am in. This is me learning how to make winter feel a little more like mine.

I do not see myself as one flower. I feel more like a bouquet—made up of different energies, moods, qualities and expressions, all existing together.

I spent a long time looking for myself outside of my body. Now I am learning to listen differently, to what my body carries, remembers and quietly tries to show me.

I used to think getting older would somehow set me free. Instead, I found myself turning inward, meeting the parts of me I had carried for years and learning that becoming myself may be the real adventure.