This is 34

I welcomed 33 by saying “I am ready, I am rooted and I am open to all of the possibilities”

And boyyyyy, did this year challenge each of those statements 🥴

This year held a magnifying glass up to every part of my life and forced me to examine every aspect of myself and my own truth.

“Are you *sure* you’re really ready?"

The roots I thought would hold me in place while I grew tall and climbed toward the sun felt more like they were pulling me down into the depths of it all.

And the possibilities were, well….I found possibility for change in nearly every single part of my life (almost overwhelmingly so).

The truth: 33 was incredibly hard, incredibly painful, incredibly confronting and incredibly rewarding.

I let myself question so much of what I thought I knew, what I thought I believed.

I took an honest look at my own world, my own life and uprooted it in order to save myself.

And I realized that a lot of the ‘possibilities’ were opportunities for me to let go.

This image feels like a really accurate and powerful metaphor for how I’m coming out of this year and into 34: I pulled up the roots of my own life, got down and got really present with the darkness of the swamp and muck and mud, and started learning how to love the roots of my own darkness.

Still, always, I’m able to find the light.

Able to find my breath.

Able to find home within myself.

34 already feels wildly expansive and healing and peaceful in so many ways.

I enter this year feeling whole in a way I haven’t quite felt before. I enter this year feeling a deep peace in my bones that I’ve craved my entire life. I feel more creatively ignited than I have in a long time. I feel so deeply rooted in my purpose and magick that it’s almost silly to think of how many years I’ve spent doubting myself.

I move into 34 feeling nourished, present, full of love for myself, and ready for whatever magick this year brings my way. ✨💛