where the sunset met me

“i am not waiting for permission anymore—i am blooming anyway, wild and unapologetic, in the glow of sunset.”

good morning, darling. last night, i stood in the arms of the sunset and let it undo me. the horizon split open with gold, bled into rose, and sank into violet shadows, and i swear the whole sky felt like it was calling me home. there was a hush in the air, the kind of silence that feels like a secret, and in that quiet i heard what i needed most—you are enough. you are already enough.

i’ve walked roads that were nothing but gravel, uneven and harsh, the kind that bite into your feet and test every ounce of strength you have left. i’ve carried weights that bent me low, i’ve questioned if i’d ever rise again. but darling, i did. not gracefully, not without scars, but i did. and every scar became part of the bloom. every stumble became proof that i kept going.

the world taught me to wait. wait until i was ready. wait until i looked a certain way. wait until someone else told me i was worthy. but last night, under that burning sky, i let it go. i will not wait anymore. i will not fold myself down to make others comfortable. i will not pause my blooming until life feels perfect. i am here. i am wild. i am unapologetic. i am blooming now, just as i am.

and i want you, darling, to feel that in your own bones this morning. i know some of you woke heavy. i know some of you question if you’re enough, if you’re behind, if you’ll ever get to where you’re meant to be. but hear me: you are not behind. you are not too late. you are not invisible. you are a wildflower, and wildflowers do not wait for permission. they bloom where no one expects them to. they bloom through cracks, through storms, through neglect. they bloom because they cannot be stopped.

carry this with you into today: you are allowed to take up space. you are allowed to bloom messy. you are allowed to bloom fierce. you are allowed to bloom in silence or in thunder. you are allowed to be too much, not enough, everything all at once. you are allowed to bloom in your own rhythm, on your own time, in your own wild way.

the sunset last night was not just an ending. it was a beginning dressed in fire. this morning is your proof. you get to rise again, no matter how many times you’ve fallen. you get to breathe, to move, to bloom, no matter what yesterday looked like.

so darling, let today be yours. bloom like a secret. bloom like a storm. bloom like a soft rebellion. bloom like the sunset—beautiful even in its ending. bloom because you can, because you were always meant to.

you are the wildflower, and you, my love, have always been enough.

with ink + bloom, 🌻