I have died and been reborn a thousand times in this lifetime alone.

This version of me surely will not be the last, I’m hopeful of it.

My hands still have scars from forcibly holding onto parts of me, beliefs, and situations that I clearly outgrew.

I laugh now remembering how terrified I was of the unknown – only to find out that everything will always be in favor of my highest good.

A thousand lives, a thousand versions of me, a thousand new beginnings – how lucky.

We are always evolving, renewing, and finding different parts of ourselves that need refining.

I will never be ashamed to say that I am forever a work in progress.

No perfection. No forcing. No overstaying my welcome.

What a privilege it is to witness and grow with others through their many transformations.

Because with so many lives we live in this 1 lifetime, what a shame it would be to always remain the same…