Becoming.

I used to think becoming meant becoming a better version of myself. Like I was a work in progress, and one day I’d finally get it right, but it hasn’t really happened that way.

Sometimes becoming means noticing something I’ve been avoiding, saying no when I would have said yes. Sometimes it’s just taking a breath and giving myself a break (most of the time, everything feels a little messy, and I can’t even explain why). I think that’s just what life looks like in the forties.

So, this first chapter has five candles, each with its own mood, its own story, and you can choose the one (or the ones) that speaks to you today.

While we light a candle together, please remember: you don’t have to have it all figured out. You can just be.

Darling, Rest.