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E D I T E D J O U R N A L E N T R I E S ( K I N D A )
The thing I’ve been best at in this life?
Being real. Authentic. Sometimes messy but always in a way that betters me. And hopefully gives others permission to be their real selves too, messy or not.
I’ve spent days, maybe weeks, trying to write the “perfect” first post.
And my god, I’m so tired of my subconscious telling me it’s not good enough.
Not the right tone.
Not the right message.
Blah blah blah.
Then it hit me:
That is the tone.
That is the message.
That’s the blog.
I’m basically sharing my (lightly edited) journal entries.
Edited only because, let’s be real, they wouldn’t make much sense to anyone but me and a few people I hold close.
This isn’t a space for perfect healing stories.
It’s where I write things I’m still figuring out, hoping they land in someone’s heart like medicine.
So many times, when someone has cracked open and shared their truth, whether with the world or just with me, it’s been my greatest healing. That’s the kind of connection I live for.
I love real people. The ones who go deep.
The ones who aren’t afraid to ask, why do I think like this?
To be weird. To try new things. To read something that makes them tilt their head and go, huh.
If that’s your jam and you happen to love breathwork too—
you’ve landed in a good place. A safe one.
xxoo
C
