I bought my domain!

"I am a writer through and through."

This is something I wrote in my journal this summer, that felt like such a revelation to me. And it is obvious. I had a blog in high school called 'eat a pancake,' and from what I remember, it was mostly about mental health and overcoming a complex-PTSD induced eating disorder-- though at the time, I'm not sure I addressed any PTSD. Whatever, it doesn't matter. The point is, I've been writing forever. It was on my chore list, as a kid, to write in my journal. I went to school for creative writing and poetry, and I must be on journal number 20-something at this point in my life. I've filled books of positive aspects-- a practice from Abraham Hicks, where you basically make lists of all the positive aspects of a person, place or thing. I've filled gratitude journals and made personal Spiritual guides, in my own writing of astrological phenomena's, tracking birth charts and zodiac patterns, and crystal descriptors the best I can. I write when I'm sad, I write when I'm confused, I write when I'm happy and when I don't know what to do.

I could sit and describe the light coming thorugh the windows, shining perfectly on my fingertips as I type this, keeping my face in the shade and my cat nuzzled at my side. I could describe how nice it is to be me, in my good morning, in my slow morning, playing music and sweeping my apartment with incense burning from two different places. With crystals lining the window sills and my vision-collage book propped against the black TV. I have two little ceramic or glass Christmas trees, and candles all about my space. There's patterns galore, magnetic poetry on the fridge and everything I need to make the best and most nutritious morning smoothie. My life is so beautiful. I've really created a delightful world for myself. See what I mean? I could just go on.

I've spent so much of my after-college life reading spiritual wisdom and self help books, and I have all this knowledge and abstract practices some call 'hippy dippy science' or ' woo woo juju.' Sometimes I'm convinced I know everything-- though I know I don't. Maybe it's my Gemini moon, I could write forever. Point being, I'm a writer through and through.

There's nothing that makes me feel more like the main character in my life than writing. This blog has been a slow churning project of mine, that is still -- so it seems-- in the process of developing a core theme. Are we just keeping up with my life? Do I want to share something? Probably. Maybe the two go together. What I'm not going to do, is wait until I have all the answers to do what I love so much. Perhaps I will ramble forever, in hopes of finding the balance between being genuinely grateful for the life I've created for myself, and the humble discipline of allowing my inner society to be watered with this delicious gratitude.

Anyways, I bought my domain. So welcome to "Miss Becoming" (that's me), a new sacred space, to hold my own becoming. Whatever is unfolding for me, let it be known here. Whatever is unfolding for you, let it be known here. For we are all ever unfolding, ever becoming, ever-evolving creatures, staying beautiful while doing it. Peace and love,