Bianca Young

Maybe growth isn’t always about becoming more.
Maybe sometimes it is about what we stop rehearsing.

The conversations we keep having in our heads.
The explanations we are still preparing. The identities we maintain because we’ve lived inside them for so long we don’t know who we are without them.

This is the fire I am interested in. Not burning away everything I don’t like about myself. But the slow heat of becoming honest.

The kind that asks: Does this still require my energy?
Because our attention is fuel. Every time we revisit something, defend it, anticipate it, rehearse it
or continue to build ourselves around it, we keep feeding it.

And perhaps sometimes we have processed enough. Perhaps the next piece of self-work is noticing what we are continuing to practise.

Practising being overlooked.
Practising being responsible for everyone.
Practising expecting disappointment.
Practising proving our worth.

At some point, understanding the pattern has to become living differently. And that is where the heat is. In the moment the familiar response arrives and we don’t follow it.

When we feel ourselves reaching for the role
we have always played and choose not to step into it.
Maybe transformation isn’t becoming someone new.

Maybe it is becoming less available for the patterns that keep asking us to become who we were. Maybe fire is simply the warmth generated when we finally begin living from what we already know.

Silence, self care, space and stillness.
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