I made an oath to do something that scares me 4 tims a month.

Now, I do it daily.

I don’t know who I am anymore.

I don’t know who I am anymore.
But Goddess, I love who I’m becoming.

Because that’s what this is: becoming.
Not a glow-up. Not a pivot. A reckoning.
A reclamation.

It’s not easy. It was never meant to be.
It’s raw. Grit-under-your-nails work.
The kind that makes your bones ache and your voice shake.
The kind that leaves you staring at the scale of what you’ve built—
half in awe, half in horror.

How did I go from cowering at shadows and storms to conducting them?

I do not know.

But I know this:
Terror has rhythm.
And mine sounds like this—

• Saturn – Sleeping at Last
• Power is Power – SZA, The Weekend, Travis Scott
• Experience – Ludovico Einaudi, Daniel Hope

This is the sound of transformation.
Of becoming.
Of burning brighter than the fear.