
Let me just start by saying this—growth is not always pretty.
Sometimes blooming feels more like breaking.
It looks like crying in your car before showing up to a meeting with a smile.
It looks like saying no to things you used to tolerate because you’re finally saying yes to yourself.
It’s messy. It’s uncomfortable. And it’s real.
But sis, it’s blooming season.
And that means it’s your time.
I’ve been there—stuck in spaces that no longer fit, shrinking so others wouldn’t feel small around my light.
Sound familiar? You water everybody else, then look up one day and realize you’re dry. Parched. Brittle.
And yet… expecte...