Higher self

 Reflection

Last night reminded me of how much I’ve changed. I was asked a simple question, but something deep inside me said, “No, this is not where you belong anymore.” My spirit just wouldn’t let me stay in a place that didn’t match the person I’ve become. I’m tired of explaining why I wake up early to pray, meditate, stretch, breathe, and honor myself. I’m tired of being misunderstood for my discipline. I no longer want to be in environments where unhealthy habits are accepted, but self-care and spiritual practice are treated like something strange.

So I chose the cold. I walked back into the night, uncomfortable but free. And when I woke up this morning, even with the cold in my bones, I felt good. I felt aligned. I felt like I honored myself.

I’m also grateful. Grateful that I’m learning how to eat differently, how to eat lighter, how to listen to my body. Grateful that I’m finally understanding what nourishes me and what drains me. I’m watching myself grow in ways I didn’t expect — spiritually, mentally, and physically.

Something in me is done with anything that pulls me backward. I’ve spent years in places that didn’t fit my spirit, places that tried to shrink me or misunderstand my purpose. I realize now that those environments were never meant to shape my future. They were just part of the journey. And I’ve outgrown them.

What I desire now is growth, leadership, expansion. I want to be around people who see potential instead of limitation, people who speak to my purpose instead of trying to push me into a life that isn’t mine. I want guidance, not restriction. Vision, not fear. Opportunities, not smaller expectations.

I’m on my own a lot now, and I see why. My spirit is teaching me how to depend on my inner voice more than any structure or routine. I’m learning to trust that quiet pull inside me — the one that says I’m meant for more, the one that refuses to settle.

I don’t know exactly where I’m going next, but I know where I’m not going. And that clarity alone is growth. My path is opening, and every step I take — even through the cold — is part of my becoming.

Yoruba Yogi.