I begin differently, accepting that the person I hope to become will never appear all at once but will quietly arrive through daily choices too ordinary for anyone else to notice,
I begin differently, releasing the pressure to transform overnight because I have already spent enough years mistaking urgency for genuine growth and listening from outer expectations,
I begin differently, trusting that every faithful return reshapes me even when I cannot yet recognize the face slowly forming beneath the old one that has already died in me,
I begin differently, have I been expecting one remarkable day to accomplish what only countless ordinary days could ever build one brick at a time,
I begin differently, and the future quietly starts borrowing my hands, until I realize that tomorrow has never been built by wishing farther ahead, but by returning more faithfully to what is before me now…
I practice softly, refusing to punish myself each time I stumble because shame has never stayed long enough to build anything worth keeping unless I freely accept it,
I practice softly, remembering how every unfamiliar movement once felt impossible before it slowly became something my body no longer questioned but willingly welcome,
I practice softly, allowing awkward beginnings to belong beside beautiful endings because neither can exist without the other all has it’s purposeful seed,
I practice softly, why do I expect mastery from myself when I am still learning how to begin honestly, not expecting a lot of the end goal of mastery itself but instead mastering your true self,
I practice softly, and even my failures become part of the path, because what once felt like a detour quietly becomes the ground from which deeper wisdom begins to grow…
I release gently, thanking the habits that once carried me through seasons they were never meant to carry forever because we are in seasons and seasons changes,
I release gently, understanding that not every way of surviving deserves to become the way I continue living for the rest of my life without regretting any path that comes along the way,
I release gently, making peace with the discomfort of unfamiliar choices because comfort has often been the oldest disguise worn by my fears inherently for me,
I release gently, if this version of me has already taken me as far as it can why am I still afraid to outgrow it and sometimes doubting the path that is ahead of me,
I released gently, and yesterday quietly loosened its hold, teaching me that letting go is not forgetting what happened, but refusing to let it become the only story my life is allowed to tell…
I keep becoming, believing that every honest practice leaves a small invisible mark upon the person waiting patiently for me in the years ahead getting ready for what am I becoming,
I keep becoming, choosing steady devotion over dramatic reinvention because the deepest changes rarely ask to be witnessed while they are happening in the darkest part of my life right now,
I keep becoming, grateful that I do not have to become perfect before I become more truthful than I was yesterday but embracing what is imperfectly, perfect me,
I keep becoming, can I trust these small faithful days to build a life my future heart will recognize with gratitude even though it is painful to face the unexpected,
I keep becoming, and one ordinary day becomes the life I once trusted the unseen to prepare, reminding me that the deepest answers rarely arrive as a single moment, but as a thousand faithful days I almost overlooked…
Watchwords:
The future quietly starts borrowing my hands
Even my failures become part of the path
Yesterday uietly loosens its hold
Small faithful days build a life
One ordinary day becomes the prayer
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream: