My Journey: Unearthing the Wild Heart
Life, I’m learning, is more than just the path laid out for us. Sometimes, that path shatters, leaving us standing in the rubble of what was. Last year, I found myself there – lost in the echoes of a life that had ended, feeling untethered, uncertain, and incredibly alone. It was a wilderness within, a quiet desolation where the old maps no longer made sense.
But even in that desolate space, a whisper began to stir. It wasn’t about finding someone else to complete me, or patching up the pieces of a broken picture. It was about listening for the primal call, the one that beckons towards something wild and deeply authentic. I saw it in the untamed creatures of this world – the dogs, the eagles, the horses – who simply are, magnificent in their own skin, unapologetic for their power. They don’t seek validation; they live their truth.
And I realized, in that quiet awakening, that my own worth isn’t something to be granted or found in another. It’s inherent. It’s been within me all along, waiting to be rediscovered, to be cherished.
The Wisdom of the Untamed. So, I’m learning to keep my head when the world around me feels chaotic, and old narratives try to blame or diminish. I’m learning to trust myself, even when doubts creep in – both from within and from others. Because what truly matters isn’t the outer appearance or the polished word, but the core of who I am becoming.
This journey has been a testament to enduring, to stooping and building up with tools I didn’t know I possessed. It’s about meeting both Triumph and Disaster and recognizing them for the fleeting imposters they are. When life called for me to hold on, when there felt like nothing left in me, it was the sheer force of Will that whispered, ‘Hold on!’
I’m striving to live a life that matters, one that goes beyond myself. To face the moments filled with pain, and still, somehow, manage to be kind. To understand those the world might overlook, and make them feel seen, feel valued. To be that anchor, strong and true, a constant source of hope not just for others, but for the woman I am becoming.
Making My Mark, My Way
I’m learning to be proud of whom I’ve tried to be – a woman who has walked through fire and emerged not unscorched, but redefined. This isn’t about fitting into a mold or adhering to expectations. It’s about finding my own ground, standing tall with courage, even when it feels like I’m doing it entirely on my own.
To make the most of every day means giving all I have to give, not to prove anything, but because my spirit calls for it. It’s about living a life of decency, sharing my heart and soul freely, and truly saying I’m sorry when I’ve caused harm.
This is what this life is meant to be for me: to take what God has given, the raw experiences and the newfound strength, and make it so much more. To love and be loved in return, yes, but most importantly, to make my mark on Earth by simply being my most authentic, wild, and whole self. This is my path, the road chosen, and the journey of unearthing the profound worth that was always within.
