A Letter from the Soul

I woke up before the sunrise, and something felt different—not loud, not urgent, but undeniable.

I’ve felt the nudges before. But today? My body knew.

Some say the universe shifts in ways we can’t explain—and I’ve come to know that for myself, it’s true.

But today, something in me shifted.

A quiet truth I couldn’t ignore.

Comfort has been my shelter—

But also my prison.

And today, I’m done hiding in that space. I’m choosing to rise.

⚡ I’m ready for more. ⚡

The Pull

I’ve danced with this feeling before—That pull between holding back and stepping into something bigger.

Life tugs at me too. Distractions. Familiar patterns. They creep in, wrap around me, beg me to forget.

Comfort whispers:

Stay here—it’s safer.

Don’t risk it.

Don’t reach too far.

Who do you think you are?

And even though I’ve fought to break free,

There’s always that moment—That choice.

Today, I chose different.

The pull—the feeling—it asked me to pay attention.

Not to resist.

Not to run.

But to pause.

To reflect.

To write this letter—to all of you.

Because what we need isn’t perfection.

t’s just something real.

To feel seen.

To feel loved.

To speak from where we are—not to impress, but to be real.

And when we share from that place, it reaches farther than we think.

Our voices, our stories, our presence—they create ripples.

Not because we’re trying.

But because when something’s real, people feel it.

Comfort might be easy—

But that’s not where life breathes.

The Questions That Found Me:

What am I still clinging to?

Why am I carrying doubts that no longer serve me?

What am I waiting for—and what would happen if I stopped?

I let myself sit with it.

Sitting by the window, coffee gone cold. Letting myself feel the desires I’ve buried.

Let myself feel the desires I’ve buried.

The ones I’ve silenced.

The ones that burn, no matter how hard I’ve tried to put them out.

And in that stillness, I heard it:

Let go. Trust what’s arriving.

This is different for everyone.

And honestly? I still struggle with it every day.

Life pulls me away, too.

Distractions, old patterns—they sneak back in and try to wrap me in what's familiar.

I have to remind myself—gently—to stop. To listen.

Because the shift doesn’t come all at once.

It comes in the quiet moments, when I really feel what I’m holding inside.

That’s why honesty matters so much.

Not just with the world—but with myself.

Real emotion. Real clarity.

That’s where the shift starts for me.

And here’s the hardest part—

The part that can almost break you:

When you’ve done the work—

felt the shift, faced the fear, let go—and still, it’s like no one sees you.

I’ve been there. I still go there, more than I want to admit.

And I’m learning, slowly—that it’s not a sign to stop.

It’s a moment to pause.

To feel it.

To be honest about it.

Not to fight for attention.

But to remember that becoming isn’t about who sees you.

It’s about how deeply you see yourself.

Like Brené Brown says,

“The most courageous thing you can do is show up with your whole heart, even when there are no guarantees.”

And there aren’t.

There are no guarantees.

But here’s what I hold on to:

What if the world just doesn’t see you yet?

• What if your light is still rising?

• What if you’re building strength in the waiting?

We’re not here to beg for attention.

We’re here to become.

Even if the world is still catching up.

So here I am, letting the Creator and the Universe hear it loud and clear:

⚡ I’m ready for more. ⚡

More connection.

More truth.

More love.

More life, in all its depth.

And maybe this letter is your moment too. Not because I say so—But because you feel it.

To You, Reading This

Have you felt it?

That quiet pull. That whisper beneath the noise.

It’s not about being told.

It’s about knowing—in your own way, in your own time.

Let’s hold this together.

With love,

~Regina <3