On Desire..

I’ve been sitting with the feeling of desire—what I really, really want.

There’s a sense of guilt around wanting more, while feeling unsettled when not seeking something greater. My mind exists in a constant tango—practicing gratitude for all that I have and all that I am, while feeling relentlessly called toward my dreams.

When is enough, enough?

What is enough when we exist inside a universe of limitless possibility?

What does it mean to ‘meet our potential?’

Perhaps discomfort is simply the distance between where we are and who we’re becoming. Maybe the answer isn’t finding contentment with all that is, nor endlessly chasing what could be. Maybe it lives in that sweet sliver of space between the two. A tiny star in an endless dark sky. And then—on clearer nights—the sight of infinite stars in the galaxy. Infinite iterations of dreams.

Desire, for me, arrives as a gentle nudge toward a life that feels most aligned and divine. For now, I’m choosing to sit in the in-between—with love for the discomfort that carries me through my evolution.

Release the judgement of your own dreams. Trust that what’s meant for you will not miss you.

How can you let your desires arrive effortlessly? What do you feel when you look up to the endless stars in the sky?