I’m currently digging into what’s in me, what’s been buried, and what’s waiting to be claimed.
Of course, this type of excavation raises some challenging questions. It’s really easy to ignore them, and a large part of me wants to do just that. For a while, I haven’t been entirely willing to look inward, and I would rather just continue to push through.
But there is such a readiness to step into something far more meaningful. There is a longing for it and a deep dissatisfaction for not grasping it right now.
It’s not about judgment about what I should be doing more of… It’s a quiet reckoning that reveals much that remains to be claimed. Without clarity on what’s next, what I want to give myself to, and what I need to align with, there is no accountability.
So, I’m sitting with many questions on my lap at the moment. What is in me that’s unique? What can I give to the world? What parts of me have been buried, and is that how it should be? What parts may need to be buried with love and encouragement? What is out there waiting for me to be brave enough to say, “Yes! That’s me. That’s who I am, and that’s the gift I want to give you.”
With all these questions floating around, I will be extra gentle with myself and not hold an invisible weapon against myself to find all the answers right away. But I am excited to have one less unanswered question from that pile each day.
This excavation isn’t just about discovering what’s buried—it’s about reclaiming the right to define myself on my own terms. And perhaps that’s the real treasure beneath all this digging: not just the answers but the freedom to ask the questions in the first place.
