Beginning the letters
I’m starting this collection of letters to myself — a space to notice the currents of my life and the small moments that often drift unseen. Some days lift me toward clarity and insight, others pull me into quiet reflection, gentle wandering, or soft uncertainty. Moments of stillness and sudden shifts, discoveries that bloom unexpectedly, and patterns that quietly emerge all find a place here.
These pages are my journal to keep, a place to capture thoughts, feelings, and the subtle movements of experience so that, as time passes, I can look back and see the threads I’ve woven. Writing these letters is my compass, helping me track growth, understand my choices, and chart the steps ahead. Each entry is a map of thoughts, experiences, and the things I care about — a personal record of who I am becoming, step by step, letter by letter.
For the record, I’m a flowery writer — prone to adding extra words, flourishes, and gentle meanders where they aren’t strictly needed.I write to catch the drifting day,
a letter folded in my hand.
Thoughts like rivers find their way,
unfurling softly like petals in a golden stream.
Moments shimmer, caught with ease,
wandering through tender dreams.
Mapping heartbeats where I stand,
each word a lantern, each line a land,
lighting the path of who I am becoming.