01/06/2025
๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง | Healing, Hope, and Hiraya
There was a time when I felt so deeply connected to what I loved doing. My passion used to be my escape, my safe place, the thing that made sense when nothing else did. But somewhere along the way, life started to weigh heavy on me. One emotional hit after anotherโloss, disappointment, burnout, heartbreak. It all piled up until the thing I once loved began to feel like just another burden. I didnโt recognize myself in it anymore.
I stopped showing up for it, not because I didnโt care, but because I cared too much and didnโt know how to carry it anymore. And in the silence, I began to wonder if that part of me was gone for good.
But passion is funny like thatโit doesnโt leave, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ. And when the dust began to settle, I found little reminders pulling me back in. A quiet moment, a spark of inspiration, a memory of why I started in the first place. Slowly, with shaky hands and a guarded heart, I began to reconnect. I gave myself permission to feel again, to create without pressure, to love my craft with a new kind of grace.
Now, Iโm not where I used to beโbut maybe thatโs the point. Passion, after all, isnโt just about fire. Sometimes itโs about the embersโthe quiet glow that keeps going even when everything else fades. I found my way back, not by force, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ . And that, in itself, is a kind of healing.
And today, on the first day of the monthโmy birth monthโthereโs even more to be grateful for. ๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐๐, ๐ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฒ ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง. ๐๐จ๐๐๐ฒ, ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐ ๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐โ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ข๐ง. Thereโs a lot to celebrateโdespite it all. And maybe, thatโs what makes this season even more meaningful.
