Someone once told me, “You can be spiritual privately, or you can live your spirituality openly.”
But I believe authenticity is the rarest expression of spirituality.
It is self-authorship.
It is self-responsibility.
It is the willingness to become who you truly are, even when that requires releasing everything you once believed yourself to be.
Every awakening asks something of us.
Like the snake shedding the skin that no longer fits.
Like the caterpillar surrendering inside the cocoon before emerging as a butterfly.
Transformation isn’t simply becoming something new.
It is grieving what can no longer come with you.
There are seasons when life brings you to your knees. Seasons where you cry, question, surrender, pray, give thanks, and slowly begin forgiving yourself for what you simply didn’t know before.
That doesn’t mean you’ve failed.
It means you’ve grown.
Growth has a weight to it.
It asks us to release old identities, familiar relationships, outdated beliefs, and versions of ourselves that once kept us safe but can no longer carry us where we’re meant to go.
And yes…
Sometimes that release hurts.
The pain doesn’t disappear simply because the lesson has arrived.
The awe doesn’t disappear.
The surrender doesn’t disappear.
But somewhere inside that surrender, something extraordinary begins to happen.
You remember that today is only one moment.
One season.
Not your entire story.
If your heart feels heavy today, perhaps it isn’t because you’re broken.
Perhaps it’s because you’re shedding.
And shedding has always been part of becoming.
As you step into this new season, remember this:
The deepest joy isn’t found in the highest highs or the lowest lows.
Those are simply the extremes of being human.
Real peace lives in the middle.
In presence.
In stability.
In contentment.
So if you’re grieving an old version of yourself today, honor them.
Thank them.
Love them.
Then gently let them go.
The butterfly never forgets the caterpillar.
It simply learns to fly. 🦋
