I Forgive You, Only As Your Daughter

I will hug her just a little tighter… for you.

I wish I could stick to writing. Not that I don’t have a passion for it, or that I am not going absolutely insane when I cannot pinpoint an idea to write about. It’s more so, that I get caught in my head. Trapped. The procrastination creeps in and all my thoughts blur together. Nothing makes sense, yet I have all the sense in the world. I am searching for an answer, yet I know exactly what I need to do. I have done so much inner work to stop doubting myself, yet lately, the challenge of life has been real. I am at a crossroads point, where I am leveling up and embodying the highest version of self, yet challenges arise taunting me “are you truly ready for this Kayla?” the wind whispers, and the leaves startle me as the brush against my ankles. It’s the season where I am hot and I am cold. Jacket on, jacket off, a lighter jacket back on. I am in alignment with the season of fall. The old leaves of myself changing, transforming, and falling away to replenish the soil for the blossoms yet to come in Spring. Preparing for the hibernation period where I will sink into myself and learn something new, evaluate my life for what it is, and be more receptive to change. To sit in front of the fireplace with hot coco and Christmas movies playing in the background, as snow softly falls and creates blankets upon…