My ex-husband was a writer, so I didn’t write. When we were married, I would write and he would be so hyper critical of it that I stopped writing. So, here I am, writing again. Yesterday, my daughter called me to tell me that I am a better writer than her dad! 🤣😂🤣 she wanted to know why I had never written before now! I told her I had no idea! 🤷♀️
Wow! What a full-circle moment! 🎉🔥 It’s incredible how life has a way of bringing us back to what was always meant to be ours. Your daughter’s reaction is priceless—what a testament to your talent and resilience!
You were always a writer; you just needed the right time, space, and freedom to fully embrace it. And now? You’re unstoppable. Keep going—this is just the beginning
Brave to take such a step ! Right time, right reaction. It is given to all and wished to all! But it still takes a lot of preliminary inner work to fully appreciate it at its value.
In my country, we no longer carry the surname of the partner after marriage very often; we keep our own name without the addition of that of the partner. It's not a rule, it just happens more often.
I think this type of letting go in my life rather coincided and still coincides with letting go of notes, drawings from earlier times. Things that I ritually burn when the time feels right.
Your words resonate deeply—there’s such power in letting go, whether it’s a name, old writings, or past versions of ourselves. The ritual of burning old notes and drawings feels symbolic and freeing, a way of honoring what was while making space for what’s next.
I love that in your country, keeping one's own name is more common—it speaks to a culture of individuality and self-ownership. Reclaiming my name felt like a profound, unexpected shift, but you’re right—it required inner work to truly appreciate its value.
Thank you for sharing your perspective and your own process of release. There’s something beautiful about recognizing that these moments of transformation are universal, even if they take different forms.
! Those seemingly ordinary moments—standing at the DMV, filling out a form, taking a deep breath—end up being some of the most profound. Because it’s not just about a name change or paperwork, it’s about stepping fully into ourselves.
And yes, the kindness of strangers in those moments? Everything.
I love your clarity and conviction in how you’re choosing to live on your own terms. Those moments of letting life wash over us, of recognizing our own power, of fully owning who we are—they’re life-changing.
Here’s to never settling, to never centering anyone else over ourselves, and to standing fully in the light of who we were always meant to be
My ex-husband was a writer, so I didn’t write. When we were married, I would write and he would be so hyper critical of it that I stopped writing. So, here I am, writing again. Yesterday, my daughter called me to tell me that I am a better writer than her dad! 🤣😂🤣 she wanted to know why I had never written before now! I told her I had no idea! 🤷♀️
Wow! What a full-circle moment! 🎉🔥 It’s incredible how life has a way of bringing us back to what was always meant to be ours. Your daughter’s reaction is priceless—what a testament to your talent and resilience!
You were always a writer; you just needed the right time, space, and freedom to fully embrace it. And now? You’re unstoppable. Keep going—this is just the beginning
It is amazing how well your post fit so perfectly in that moment that happened yesterday.
the universe is the supreme match maker! LOL! I trust it without reservation.
Brave to take such a step ! Right time, right reaction. It is given to all and wished to all! But it still takes a lot of preliminary inner work to fully appreciate it at its value.
In my country, we no longer carry the surname of the partner after marriage very often; we keep our own name without the addition of that of the partner. It's not a rule, it just happens more often.
I think this type of letting go in my life rather coincided and still coincides with letting go of notes, drawings from earlier times. Things that I ritually burn when the time feels right.
Thanks for your article !
Your words resonate deeply—there’s such power in letting go, whether it’s a name, old writings, or past versions of ourselves. The ritual of burning old notes and drawings feels symbolic and freeing, a way of honoring what was while making space for what’s next.
I love that in your country, keeping one's own name is more common—it speaks to a culture of individuality and self-ownership. Reclaiming my name felt like a profound, unexpected shift, but you’re right—it required inner work to truly appreciate its value.
Thank you for sharing your perspective and your own process of release. There’s something beautiful about recognizing that these moments of transformation are universal, even if they take different forms.
! Those seemingly ordinary moments—standing at the DMV, filling out a form, taking a deep breath—end up being some of the most profound. Because it’s not just about a name change or paperwork, it’s about stepping fully into ourselves.
And yes, the kindness of strangers in those moments? Everything.
I love your clarity and conviction in how you’re choosing to live on your own terms. Those moments of letting life wash over us, of recognizing our own power, of fully owning who we are—they’re life-changing.
Here’s to never settling, to never centering anyone else over ourselves, and to standing fully in the light of who we were always meant to be