Cerando Circulo

Wow. I’ve been here before. Literally.

Last week I tried to create a new blog website only to find that I already had one. With an existing blog post.

To say I was shocked feels like an understatement. How did I forget I had already been down this road? To top it all off, the content of my blog post felt like something I could have written right now – still so relevant. In some ways, I can’t believe I’m still in this place in my life, but in so many others it feels like I’m coming back to where I’m supposed to be.

9 years ago, I was an absolute mess. I was broken in a way I couldn’t understand. In a way you can only truly break once in your life. My Baltimore story opened cracks in my soul that allowed me to see the truest parts of who I am and who I’m not. That’s terrifying and at the time I wasn’t ready to face them. It felt too big, too consuming, and I took the simplest way out. I’m not angry at younger me – she did the best she could with what she had at the time. I am sad for her though. I think of all the things she lost out on in those proceeding years because she wasn’t ready. She had to go through the suffering of those years. 

I’m not broken any more. I’m the most myself I’ve ever been, and this new chapter is just getting started.

2025 was the year I became the main character and the author of my story. This time when I left my job and the life I built behind, I did it intentionally; purposefully. I did it because I knew I had the tools somewhere inside me to become the woman I want to be. The woman I was too scared to be back then.

Fear is an interesting emotion. Some is good, it keeps us safe, but too much fear makes us stagnant. It keeps us small.

I’m not meant to be small. I take up space and now I know how to. The last 9 years have tried to teach me that lesson over and over again. I finally learned it.

Nos vemos pronto.