It didn’t happen with fireworks...
It didn’t come with a long caption or a dramatic announcement.
It happened in the quiet moments:
...When I said no to something that drained me.
...When I walked slower instead of rushing.
...When I stopped defending who I was becoming.
I looked at the goals I set in January and realized some of them weren’t mine anymore. Some goals were rooted in fear. Some were planted by other people’s voices.
And some were there because I didn’t yet believe I was allowed to want what I really wanted.
So I let them go.
And I chose ME.
It didn’t happen all at once.
There was no big moment, no crowd cheering.
It was just a quiet shift that started with a whisper: “You don’t need to prove anything anymore.”
I used to chase validation. Work harder, love louder, do more. If I were hurting, I’d hide it. If I were doubted, I’d over-deliver. If I was scared, I’d smile through it. But in June… something different happened.
I Stopped Outsourcing My Sacred.
In June, I began saving our love, not just in my memory, but in my written archives. Words like “Back to Back” and “The Weight of Love” became sacred entries. Moments that no one clapped for, but heaven surely did.
I stopped asking, “Does anyone else see it?”
And began saying, “I saw it. I lived it. That’s enough.”
This is how Choosing Me Started.
It looked like boundaries. It looked like tears. It looked like saving messages that would’ve once disappeared. Like naming memories I used to brush past. Like telling the truth out loud—and letting it be enough.
It wasn’t glamorous.
It wasn’t curated.
It was real.
It looked like whispering, “I’m not waiting anymore.”
I packed my husband’s lunch and heard him whisper, “Only God knows how much I don’t want to leave.”
That moment wasn’t loud, but it was love. That’s when I knew I was no longer performing for recognition. I was living inside devotion. I stopped over-explaining myself. I stopped waiting for everyone to be ready. I started posting from the heart, even if it wasn’t polished. I trusted the name Sanctuary of Sound without needing a second opinion because I let go of trying to be impressive. And chose to be present.
And maybe most sacred of all—I chose to be archived. Not just heard in real time, but witnessed by my own hand. I created a collection called “Relationship Healing Moments.” Not because someone asked me to, but because I finally saw how holy it all was.
Your Turn. Mid-Year Check-In.
What have you been carrying that doesn’t feel true anymore? What would happen if you stopped chasing the version of you that pleased everyone and started becoming the one that felt like home?
If you need a sign to reset, release, or realign - this is it.
You don’t need a new month.
You don’t need a new plan.
You just need one quiet moment of clarity that says:
“I’m allowed to choose me now.”
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