I’ve always thought I was responsible for creating myself.
Building myself.
Fixing myself.
Improving myself.
Becoming myself.
There was always another goal.
Another lesson.
Another version waiting somewhere on the horizon.
And for a long time, I chased her.
The wiser version.
The healed version.
The successful version.
The enlightened version.
As I sit and ponder my soul’s portrait, the question that appears is:
What wants to be expressed?
Because when I look at nature, nothing seems concerned with becoming itself.
A rose blooms.
A river flows.
A bird sings.
The sun rises.
None of them are trying to earn their existence.
They simply express what they already are.
And that made me wonder.
What if life is doing the same thing through us?
What if life itself is expressing through me?
Not in some grand mystical way.
In ordinary ways.
Through the words I write.
Through the tears I cry.
Through the music that moves me.
Through the boundaries I set.
Through the way I love my children.
Through the way I notice the sky.
Through the website I created.
Through the stories I tell.
Through the life I am living.
Through ….Resonance
Maybe expression is not something we do.….
Maybe expression is something life does.
And we are one of its instruments.
Because if life is expressing itself through me, then my purpose isn’t to become someone else.
My purpose is to participate.
To listen.
To notice.
To create.
To allow.
To trust what wants to emerge.
Lately, I’ve been realizing that some of the moments that brought me the most joy weren’t moments of achievement.
They were moments of expression.
Writing a blog post.
Creating a journal.
Building my website.
Sharing a thought.
Listening to a song that felt like it was speaking directly to my soul.
In those moments, I wasn’t striving.
I was expressing.
Or perhaps more accurately…
Life was expressing itself through me.
And maybe that’s what I’ve been searching for all along.
Not a better version of myself.
But a closer relationship with the life already moving within me.
A willingness to let it speak.
A willingness to let it create.
A willingness to let it love.
Because a meaningful life isn’t measured by what I accomplish.
Perhaps it’s measured by how fully I allow life to move through me.
And when I think about it that way, I understand why certain things make me emotional.
A blog.
A journal.
A song.
A website.
They’re not just things I’ve created.
They’re evidence that I was here.
That I lived.
That I loved.
That life found expression through me.
And somehow, I’m satisfied. 🫧
Life is expression. 🌸
And what if the greatest privilege of being human is allowing life to express itself through us.
The key is being vulnerable enough to allow it.
Soundtrack
I Was Here - Beyoncé
Outstanding - The Gap Band
Joy and Pain - Frankie Beverly & Maze
As Always,
Stay Inspired 🫧 Stay connected ♾️ Stay in flow.🩷
Inspiration:
TikTok: HoodHeru & Safe Space Elevation
Written: June 05, 2026
Published: June 26, 2026