A Little Bit Different
A slight inkling whispered within her, suggesting that growth was out there, beyond the coffee stains and loads of dirty laundry. So, she started out small—poking at her dreams like a cat testing a new toy. Recently, she’d been peppering her mornings with prayers that danced around like fireflies, guiding her toward a better self.
The ups and downs came like a rollercoaster designed by a toddler—unpredictable, but thrilling. Somedays, she soared high on the wings of success, basking in the kind of clarity that wrapped around her like a warm hug. Other days, she plummeted into the abyss of her own existential dread, where failed attempts at radical honesty echoed back at her, reminding her that the path to self-discovery isn’t a straight line; it’s a series of zigzags, sharp turns, and occasional roller-skating turtles.
In the mid-steps of a messy transformation, discovering the vibrant strength of vulnerability. It’s awkward at first, like trying to do the cha-cha in a conga line, but there is magic in the process. Baring your soul—sharing moments of doubt and grace so openly, akin to exposing a terrible drawing but realizing the beauty rested not in perfection but in the act of creation itself.
Learning to embrace her imperfections, the love for God; starting to feel less like a distant echo and more like a steady hum in her chest. Juggling the idea of faith and the fear of disappointment like a seasoned performer, finding joy in the clumsiness of it all. Embracing the fact that asking for help doesn’t make her weaker; it paints her stronger, an inricate mosaic of shared experiences.
With each sincere attempt at honesty, whether with herself or others, she’ll shed layers of pretense like autumn leaves falling from an ancient oak. Becoming more reflective, questioning if growth means uprooting her old habits or cultivating new ones. It will be during these moments of reflection—often at the crack of dawn, sipping on her beloved coffee—that she’ll sketch out the simplest joys of life.
Her transformation wont be some grandiose spectacle. Finding God in the quiet pauses, where grace settles in the creases of everyday existence. Learning to dance in the rain, with her newly found rhythm filled with laughter, tears, and everything in between. It will be simple, yet astonishingly profound.
As the years roll on, the person staring back in the mirror started changing. She glowed with a different kind of light—one that shuns her history, carving new paths adorned with acceptance. With open hands, welcoming each day with a sense of wonder, knowing that the journey is neither about arriving nor escaping but about dancing joyfully in the spaces between.
