A letter I wrote to the part of me that burns before she blooms.
(Full written version below for those who wish to read, reflect, or share)
✍🏽 Restless & Rooted Today I need to say something out loud. There’s a part of me, wild, restless, untamed, that I’ve tried to soften in the name of growth. I’ve whispered over it with calm affirmations, layered it beneath soft pinks and elegant lines, hoping maybe it would stay still long enough for me to become someone more composed. Someone quieter. Someone easier to hold. But the truth is: I am a Sagittarian soul. I burn before I bloom. And peace does not always mean silence. Sometimes, it means honesty. Lately, I’ve felt this tug in my chest, like a fire I kept dimming is now pushing against the walls I built around it. And I’ve been scared. Scared that maybe I’ve started performing a version of me that looks more graceful than real. That maybe DSMP, this brand born from my deepest purpose, doesn’t always match the thunder in my chest. But then I remembered: I didn’t build DSMP to erase who I am. I built it to anchor who I am. To give my wildness roots. To give my fire form. To let my truth be of service. Discipline does not betray my nature. It protects my energy from burning out too fast. Structure does not limit my freedom. It just keeps me from getting lost. So no, I’m not changing my identity. I’m honoring the many sides of it. I am a woman who builds in silence and laughs too loud. Who craves order but thrives in chaos. Who leads with kindness but feels everything in fire. This isn’t a contradiction. This is alchemy. So today, I let myself be both: Restless and rooted. I don’t have to be calm. I just have to be real. And I am. — 🌿
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