No. 18: The Slow Rebirth of Me

Rebirth Without the Fireworks

Rebirth rarely looks the way we imagine.

It isn’t loud or cinematic.

More often, it comes slowly — through small choices, subtle shifts, the accumulation of tiny honesties.

The First Sparks of Change

My rebirth this year didn’t begin with a single event.

It began with quiet realizations:

“I can’t keep living like this.”

“I deserve softness, too.”

“I’m allowed to change my mind.”

“I’m allowed to want more peace than chaos.”

These truths arrived gently, in mundane moments:

morning exhaustion, afternoon softness, nighttime truth-telling.

Returning to the Self I Buried

Rebirth, I’ve learned, isn’t about becoming someone new.

It’s about returning to the self you buried in order to survive.

I’m finding pieces of myself I forgot:

the intuitive woman,

the connected mother,

the creative who trusts her voice,

the human who doesn’t confuse self-sacrifice with love.

Softer, Clearer, Truer

I’m softer, yes — but I’m also clearer.

More honest.

More anchored.

More myself than I’ve been in years.

This is the slow rebirth of me:

not dramatic, not rushed, not performed —

just a quiet unfurling back into truth.

A December of Becoming

If this is all December asks of me —

to be here, present, willing —

then I’m ready.

A Reminder to You

If you’re becoming again—slowly,gently,without rushing the process—you’re doing it right.

Rebirth doesn’t need fireworks.It doesn’t need applause.It just needs presenceand the willingness to meet yourself honestly.

Let each small shift count.Let each soft return matter.Let yourself grow at the pace your soul trusts.

Becoming yourself againis a quiet kind of miracle.

—Steph