Some chapters end quietly,
leaving no grand goodbye
only the soft understanding
that I am no longer who I was.
I carry the lessons,
release what no longer belongs,
and make room for the life
that is still finding its way to me.
Before the short hair, there was the long hair dancing in the wind, the rhythm of my footsteps on quiet trails, and the mountains calling me a little farther. Just a little reminder of the days I spent running, hiking, and letting life unfold beneath an open sky.
Before the short hair, there was the long hair dancing in the wind, the rhythm of my footsteps on quiet trails, and the mountains calling me a little farther. Just a little reminder of the days I spent running, hiking, and letting life unfold beneath an open sky.
I’m not chasing perfection,
I’m chasing growth
becoming softer where life made me hard,
stronger where I once fell,
and wiser with every road I cross.
I leave yesterday with its lessons,
I greet tomorrow with hope,
and somewhere between the two,