Lately, I’ve been sitting with myself more.

Not to fix anything , just to notice.

I’m learning that I observe before I speak.

That silence has always been my way of understanding the world.

I carry things inward, let them settle, let them change me quietly.

I’m learning that growth doesn’t arrive loudly.

Sometimes it’s just restraint.

Sometimes it’s choosing better words.

Sometimes it’s realizing I’ve survived something without announcing it.

I’m learning that I’m softer than I seem, and stronger than I think.

That discipline can be gentle.

That faith can be steady without being certain.

That becoming doesn’t require rushing.

I’m learning that I like depth, in thought, in meaning, in self.

That I don’t skim my own life. I sit with it.

And when I look back at all of this, I understand something simple:

I’ve always been this way.

Quiet. Observant. Becoming.

Which is why, lately, I’ve been sitting with myself more,

just to notice.