I’ve come to realize something: the way I present myself feels very different from before. I’ve even discovered a fascinating explanation for this shift—but that’s a story for another time.
What I can say now is that watching my beloved project begin to crumble has left me grieving. It hasn’t completely collapsed, but it no longer feels as sturdy, as unshakable, as it once did. Accepting this reality has been hard.
At the same time, I’ve been going through inner shifts—both personally and spiritually. A part of me knows I’m changing, and with that change comes the possibility that my “home,” this project I’ve poured myself into, may need to evolve too. Not disappear completely, but transform in a way that feels more aligned with who I am becoming.
In the middle of this difficult season, I’ve felt a strong pull to understand the energy behind all this. I want to make sense of it, to see the pattern hidden in the seemingly small crumbs life has been leaving for me to follow.
And amidst all this reflection, something else is beginning: the week of September 23rd marks the start of my new course. I’m filled with excitement. I’ve already learned so much, but I still struggle to build things for myself. That’s why I chose this path—because I believe it’s the best way to grow.
For now, I simply want to learn. Maybe one day I’ll share my skills and offer them as a service, but for now, this journey is about discovery. I want to know: is this just something I study for my own growth, or is it something I am meant to expand into, something greater?