This time I can say that I took the time to work on myself.

This time I can say that I took the time to explore myself. I’ve been facing a few of my fears and lifting the lid on unresolved trauma.

This time I can say that I have been learning the art of transmuting energy that otherwise would have been wasted on frivolous pleasures – the pleasures that seemingly steal pieces of your soul.

This time is different. And I cannot wait to share with you how insightful it has been. Who knew that opting out of preoccupations that I would later regret, could lead to such freedom. Such wisdom. Such self knowledge.

I used to want to escape but now, I’d rather wait for what I know was written just for me. I’d rather contemplate the feeling within every moment and instead, converse with the air that fills my lungs. The answer is always close by. Patience is always the test.

I breathe, I release. I accept. I reset.

This time I can say that I have asked myself why I’ve felt the need to run from myself. I can see how this has taken many forms, from rushed decisions to premature commitments to blindingly obvious attachments. In asking, I seem to be running far less. I seem to be wanting to understand the language of the heart far more, instead of feeding it with empty solutions. Can a solution still be a solution if it is empty?

No longer am I paying the price for goods that will never be received. Reciprocity is becoming the only receipt acceptable at my cashier desk.

This time I can say that I have been starting to call things exactly as they are, and not how I wish to see them. Starting from a point of truth serves the soul much better. Falling in love with the journey serves the heart much greater.

Watch how the whispers of the mind evolve.

This time around, I don’t mind the wait. It will say.

With love.

Written by Catrina Sophia

I keep on meeting myself over and over again. Each time is different. I write for clarity but most times it is when I feel like clarity has been achieved. Most people who encounter me will say that I have a beautiful way with words. I’m inclined to say that words have a beautiful way with me.

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