Storms and Stars

February 21, 2026

I have been struggling the last couple of days.

It felt like I was thrown into a pool of grief, heartbreak, sadness, anger, and pain —

with weights tied to my feet

and a straight jacket wrapped around my chest.

So many emotions I couldn’t name them all.

And the ones I could were too tender to touch.

I’ve had many losses in my life.

I understand the process.

I knew it would pass.

I just needed to give it time.

So I did.

I acknowledged I was hurting — deeply.

I canceled plans.

Completed only what was essential.

Shed some tears.

And let the storm move through me,

as they always do.

And this morning,

I woke up and journaled this:

Hello, darling.

We are on the cusp of extraordinary.

It’s like standing at the top of the world,

seeing galaxies beyond us,

and knowing they are ours when we choose them.

We are standing in beauty.

In choice.

In opportunity.

Abundance.

Freedom.

Love.

Connection.

People.

Wealth.

Sweetness.

Tenderness.

Presence.

Support.

Happiness.

Health.

This season has been excruciating.

And we are almost done.

To be human in this beautiful and brutal life.

Drowning one day.

Soaring the next.

And I am me through both.

The hard doesn't define me.

It forges me.

While I expand into the extraordinary.