Still Breathing, Still Blooming

Wow — it’s been a few weeks. Life hit me like a ton of bricks, then reversed and hit me again just to make sure I got the message. But here I am: still breathing, still blooming… maybe a little lopsided, maybe missing a few petals, but blooming nonetheless.

Lately, even getting out of bed feels like an Olympic event. I’ve been speed-dialing my small circle of friends, only to realize they’re all in their own personal chaos spirals too. And weirdly? That makes me feel less alone. Turns out, none of us are okay — and that’s oddly comforting.

This week, I’ve started to see the quiet power in survival. That showing up — even when you’re crawling — still counts. That laughing through the nonsense is a coping mechanism, not delusion. And that blooming isn’t always big or loud. Sometimes it’s subtle, silent, and slow. And still, it matters.

It still counts. It makes the journey more honest, more precise, and strangely, more abundant. Through these messy-beautiful weeks, I’ve found myself sitting in stillness — not to suffer, but to listen. To really ask myself what I want. And okay, maybe I didn’t come to some grand revelation on my own. I’ve been devouring every book in sight, escaping into pages because, let’s be real, I needed something to save me from doom-scrolling and overthinking my entire existence.

But through those words, I’ve learned something bigger: we don’t have to wither in the storm — we can soar through it. Sometimes awkwardly, sometimes sideways, but soar nonetheless.

So if no one told you this today:

You are loved. You are important. You are right on time.

Not late. Not lost. Not lacking.

Just. On. Time.

A loved one said that to me recently, and I wrote it down like it was gospel. It got me through some foggy days — the kind where your coffee’s cold, your brain’s mush, and your to-do list is personally attacking you. And guess what? I felt lighter after. Not fixed, not flawless — just lighter.

So be kind to yourself. Give yourself the same hype you hand out like free samples at Costco. You deserve that same energy.

Because even now, even here, you’re still blooming.

Xoxo,

Victoria S