It's something I do by actually living. By taking risks. By making mistakes. By doing things I'm not sure about and learning from them. 👸

The best thing for me might be to stop planning my life and start actually living it. To say yes to things that scare me. To develop my talents even if I'm not sure what they're for. To fail at things. To discover who I am through experience, not through preparation. 🌟

I've been so afraid of wasting time on the wrong things that I've wasted time on nothing. I've been so focused on being ready that I've forgotten to actually be. And real wholeness doesn't come from being ready — it comes from being alive, from trying, from discovering yourself through action instead of contemplation. 💫

I think I need to give myself permission to be a mess right now. To be uncertain. To make choices I might regret. To have adventures that don't fit into my neat ideas about what a "good girl" should do. Because the woman I'll be, the one who might stand beside someone someday — she won't be built on perfect preparation. She'll be built on actual living. 😊

What if the best preparation for being someone's peace is actually being fully, messily, courageously myself right now?