A Path Called Me

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  • Change

    I used to believe that change wasn’t good.
    If I lived in one place for a long time, I thought I should just stay there. That staying meant stability, and stability meant safety. But deep down, something kept nudging me — telling me to go, to explore, to experience more. So eventually, I listened. I moved, I wandered, and I began to change.

    I also used to believe that I had to stay the same person — because “that’s just how I am.” For a long time, I resisted any kind of change in myself. But today, I know that staying the same isn’t the answer. I know now that I’m meant to grow, to evolve, and to keep exploring — both the world and myself.

    The funny thing is, I was never really afraid to change places. In fact, I always found it exciting to move, to see new things, to dive into the unknown. I still love that. But now, I’ve also come to love the feeling of returning home — having my own space where I belong, where everything around me reflects who I am. That, too, is change. And I’ve grown into it.

    I’ve realized something important: the more of life I experience, the more I understand the need for change. If the choices I made in the past brought me to places I don’t want to be anymore, then it’s time to make new choices. If you want different results, you have to make different choices. It doesn’t matter whether I want to change how I look, my relationships, my finances, or my career — if I stay the same, everything else around me will stay the same too.

    So I’m changing.


    I’m shifting my mindset, my habits, the small decisions I make every day. And no — it’s not easy. Only God knows how hard I battle with myself sometimes. Some days I show up strong. Other days, I stumble. But I don’t give up. 

    In the past, I was so hard on myself. When I failed, or even just chose not to do something, I would say such harsh things in my head — or even out loud to those closest to me. That only made everything feel heavier. But now, that’s changing too. If I mess up, I let myself feel the emotions — disappointment, sadness, guilt, or shame — whatever’s real in that moment. And then, I try again.

    This shift has given me a sense of freedom. A quiet permission to just be a human.

    I’m changing. And I love that about life. Every single day is a chance to grow, to do better, and to live more fully.

  • Choice

    We all have the right to choose.

    I’ve learned that my choices sometimes lead me to places I love, and other times to places I’d never return to. But the hardest choice I’ve ever made — the one that changed everything — was choosing myself.

    Choosing what’s right for me.
    Not what feels good in the moment.
    Not what makes others comfortable.
    But what aligns with my truth.

    Since I began choosing myself, I’ve felt something unexpected: a deep, aching sadness. A quiet sense of not quite belonging.

    The teachings about the Universe often say this is part of the path — that awakening can feel lonely, even heavy.
    And yet, they also say that God is love. Joy. Peace. Abundance.

    Where does that leave me?

    I’m living in truth.
    But that truth — as honest and sacred as it is — isn’t something everyone can understand.
    Or accept.

    So what should I choose?

    Should I betray myself over and over again just to feel a fleeting sense of belonging — in a family, a relationship, a friendship?

    Sure, I might have people around me. I might even feel happy… for a while.
    But that moment always fades.
    And when it does, the emptiness echoes louder than before.

    Or —
    Should I choose what I know is right for me?

    Not for anyone else’s comfort or approval.


    Just… for me.

    Some will say I’m lost. That I’m running away. That I don’t know how to live — all because I’ve made choices they wouldn’t make.
    But the truth is simple now.

    Because I’ve spent days alone.
    Crying.
    Questioning.
    Asking God:
    What should I do?

    It was a long, painful process.
    But I made it through.

    And here I am — standing in my truth.
    It may not make sense to others.
    But it finally makes sense to me.

    Yes, I still feel sadness sometimes.
    I still get lonely, even when people say I shouldn’t.
    But those moments pass.

    And what remains is something deeper —
    Joy.
    Gratitude.
    Passion.
    A sense of being alive.

    The choice is easy now — even though it took everything to get here. 

    I won’t abandon myself again.
    Not for anyone.
    Not for anything.

    The choice between longing for connection and honoring my truth felt like a lonely revolution.

    But it was mine to make.

    And I made it.

    This is my truth.
    As of today.