The Courage to be seen

They tell us that to be "ready" is to be polished. To have the answers. To have the scars healed over into neat, invisible lines.

But if I waited until I was "finished" to start Becoming, this page would stay blank forever.

For a long time, I kept my stories in a locked room. I kept the girl from my homeland separate from the woman standing here today. I thought that being assertive meant being silent about the struggle.

I was wrong.

This blog is my act of rebellion against perfection. It is an invitation to look at the messy, beautiful, "unfinished" parts of our lives and say: This belongs. This matters.

What to Expect in This Space

In the coming weeks, I’ll be opening the doors to:

Becoming: Where the Past Meets the Present.

• The Rooted Stories: Memories of my childhood and the dust of a homeland that still clings to my feet.

• The Unlearning: Shedding the "Should" and rediscovering the "wild."

• The Ancestral Echo: How the women who came before me still speak through my choices.

A Question for You

As we begin this journey together, I want to ask you one thing:

Which part of yourself have you been asking to stay quiet? You don’t have to answer out loud. Just let the question sit with you. Here, you don’t have to be loud, and you certainly don’t have to be perfect. You have to be here.

You didn’t arrive here by accident.

Something inside you was listening before you ever clicked. Something ancient. Something curious. Something deeply tired of pretending.

This space was created for the parts of you that never fit neatly into the world:

• The soft parts.

• The wild parts.

• The ones that kept whispering: “There is more.”

Welcome to the beginning of becoming.

With love and curiosity, 

Bettia Prinston