This is 35

Last year on my birthday, I was craving softness, expansion and peaceful healing.

And, as always, my 34th year delivered exactly that and so much more. 

This past year was one of the most grounded, healthy, and enchanting years of my life. I spent so much time this year being with little Monica, helping her to heal so much of the pain that’s haunted me throughout my life. I gave her space to play and be seen and be heard and to feel fully safe.

I spent much of this year feeling deeply nourished, deeply held and supported and so, so deeply *myself*. 

I watched many of my wildest dreams become reality, MY reality, and I leaned into the loving support of my community of friends and chosen family more than ever before. 

34 also had some of the most challenging moments I’ve walked through in this lifetime: suicidal thoughts, dark depression, goodbyes I never thought I’d have to say, grieving losses for so many things I thought would happen by now…

And yet, even in the darkest moments, I carried a sense of hope. A sense of being rooted firmly. Rooted within myself, my purpose, who I am as a woman. The smallest seeds, planted in years past have grown strong enough to hold me well through every storm that came my way. 

I’ve never felt more myself. More proud of my accomplishments. More proud of who I am. Proud of the beautiful, messy life I’ve built for myself. 

34 taught me all of the lessons I wanted and didn’t know I needed and I walk into the next year with my head held high and my heart fully open to all this year will bring my way. 

Walking into 35 feeling seen, feeling safe, and feeling certain that this is going to be a monumental, magickal year. 

And I am ready💛