Eight days into 2026

Before the heat kicked in, my bestie and I grabbed some lunch and found this wee spot by the water. Shoes off, feet in, letting myself land in the moment before the day asked anything of me.

This is what Becoming Her looks like.

Not rushing. Not performing.

But choosing presence. Choosing softness. Choosing myself.

Eight days into 2026 and my diary is finally filling but not with chaos or obligation. It’s filling with things that feel aligned. I got some work done this afternoon, but I did it without abandoning my body. I worked, then rested. I moved, then grounded.

For so long, becoming meant pushing through. Proving. Surviving.

Now, becoming is about listening. About safety. About allowing joy to exist in the ordinary moment’s feet in the water, shared lunches, slow afternoons.

I’m not chasing who I need to be this year.

I’m remembering her.

And meeting her, moment by moment.

If this is how 2026 begins, I trust where it’s leading.