Tag: Personal Growth
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Choosing Myself First, and Finding the Shape of My Life
Choosing myself was never an act of abandonment, but a return. A slow, deliberate remembering of where my voice lived, how my spirit breathed, and why wholeness mattered more than approval. This poem traces that inward turn—from depletion to grounded clarity—until the self becomes a steady place to stand and meet the wider universe. #ChooseYourself…
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The Lesson That Wasn’t on the Timetable
The most useful thing I learned did not come from a classroom or a curriculum. It arrived quietly—through stillness, loss, unlearning, and the slow realization that life is not meant to be mastered, only listened to. This poem traces an inner journey from structured certainty to spacious awareness, where nature, time, and the cosmos become…
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If My Inner Critic Had a Name
If my inner critic had a name, it would be Pebble—small enough to ignore, heavy enough to alter my gait. It never shouts. It measures. It waits. And for years, I mistook its weight for truth. #FreeVersePoetry #InnerLandscape #PhilosophicalWriting #SelfInquiry #PebbleGalaxy
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A Rule I Broke to Find My Own Orbit That Worked in My Favor
I was taught that rules hold the world upright, that stopping is dangerous and silence invites loss. But when I paused—quietly, without rebellion— the noise fell away, and I heard something older than fear, something patient as trees and vast as the stars reminding me that stillness, too, is a form of becoming. #FreeVersePoetry #InnerJourney…
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A Habit That Quietly Changed My Life: A Small Silence That Changed Everything
It did not arrive with a drumroll or demand to be noticed. It came as a pause—small, almost forgettable— a quiet sitting before the world learned my name for the day. What began as stillness slowly became a lens, revealing how life whispers before it speaks, and how presence, practiced gently, can widen into something…
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When My Younger Self Asked Me for Advice
If my younger self asked me for advice today, I wouldn’t offer instructions or certainty. I would speak of time as an ocean, of confusion as soil, of becoming as a slow remembering. I would say you are not late, not broken, only in motion—learning to listen to your body, your fear, and the quiet…
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Ten Quiet Fires for 2026: A Vision Board Written in Starlight
My vision board is quieter than paper and pins. It lives behind my ribs, where intentions take longer to form and therefore last. Ten quiet fires guide me through 2026—not as resolutions, but as constellations I return to whenever I forget where I am going. #VisionBoard2026 #FreeVersePoetry #InnerJourney #CosmicReflections #PebbleGalaxy
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One Page a Day: The Quiet Practice of Showing Up
Writing does not begin with inspiration or perfect conditions. It begins with presence. One page a day is not a productivity trick but a quiet commitment—to show up, to listen inwardly, and to trust that small, consistent acts can slowly reshape a year. @Blogchatter #WritingHabit #SlowCreativity #PebbleGalaxy #MindfulWriting
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The Quiet Geometry of Distance
Sometimes stepping back is not an act of loss but an act of alignment. In creating distance from negativity, we make room for calm, clarity, and the kind of connections that nourish rather than drain us. This poem traces the quiet inner journey from emotional noise to expansive peace, where choosing who surrounds you becomes…
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Three Cards, One Deck of Breath: Three Cards I Carried Until I Learned to Let Them Go
I carried three cards in my pocket— Hero for the days I needed light, Victim for the nights that asked me to endure, Villain when fear mistook itself for power. Only when I placed them on the earth did I learn how to stand without a role, under a sky that needs no masks. #InnerJourney…
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