Growth doesnât mean always feeling strong.
It means being honest.
It means being willing to meet yourself exactly where you areâeven when youâve forgotten what you know.
Even when you fall into old fears.
This morning, I fell.
I woke up and forgot every truth Iâve spent years practicing.
I got caught in the outside. I saw money decrease, and memories from my past came flooding inâtimes of lack, fear, survival.
And then, the anxiety came.
It felt like Iâd been hitâsharp and precise.
Suddenly I was the prey, hunted by thoughts I didnât ask for but believed anyway.
And then came the heaviness in my chest, the tightness, the shame:
âHow can I write about awareness when I canât even remember it in my own life?â
I cried.
Not just because I felt afraid, but because I felt like a fraud.
A voice inside said: âYou should have figured this out by now.â
But thatâs when I realizedâthis is exactly what I write about.
đ The Trap of the Outside
We suffer when we believe our experiences are more real than we are.
When we give so much attention to thoughts and fears that we forget who is aware of them.
Yes, the experience feels real. Yes, the fear seems powerful.
But isnât it possible that what we feel is shapedânot by whatâs actually happeningâbut by our past interpretations of it?
Most of the time, we donât question it.
We assume pain means something is wrong.
We assume anxiety means something is missing.
We chase peace by trying to fix the outside.
But I rememberedâagainâthat this doesnât work.
It never has.
âš Coming Back to the One Who Sees
Thereâs always a momentâif we allow itâwhen we can stop and ask:
Who is experiencing this?
Not what is happening, but who is aware of whatâs happening?
Thatâs when I returned.
Not by running.
Not by fixing.
But by remembering.
I am not the anxious thought.
I am not the bank account.
I am not the child of scarcity or the projection of past fears.
I am the one aware of it all.
đ± Choosing to Lead
So instead of letting fear lead me today, I chose to lead myself.
I acknowledged the anxietyâit was there. But I didnât let it take the front seat.
I breathed. I got still. And I decided:
This moment will not define me.
I am not here to be ruled by old assumptions. I am here to create from truth.
Instead of seeing the money as disappearing, I saw it as an invitation.
A push to focus.
A reminder of what really matters.
âïž The Sky Is Always Blue
No matter how dark the clouds, the sky has never left.
It never goes anywhere.
We donât have to create the sunâitâs always there.
We just have to remember.
And so, I write this now not as someone who has it all figured out,
but as someone who chose to come back home to herself this morning.
To the sky.
To the stillness.
To the awareness that never leaves.
If youâre in a heavy place right now, I hope this reaches you.
You are not your thoughts.
You are not your fear.
You are not whatâs happening.
You are the one who is aware.
And thatâs where your power lives.