When we come home to ourselves.
When we get back home to ourselves what happens? What happens when we finally return home?
I’ll tell you what happens!
When you come home to yourself:
Your authenticity spikes
You have a deep sense of worth
Creativity and productivity enhanced
So much gratitude and joy
Stronger bonds.
My story!
2024 felt like standing at the edge of a familiar shore, toes sinking into soft, wet sand, the waves brushing gently as if to say, “Welcome back. We’ve been waiting for you.”
It is the year I came home to myself—not a grand arrival with trumpets blaring or confetti bursting, but a quiet, steady return. Like slipping into a well-worn sweater or tracing the lines of an old photograph, I found parts of me I had forgotten. I got back my curiosity. My eager childhood eyes, I abandoned shame a little and was unabashed with taking space as a relaxed woman.
It wasn’t an easy homecoming. It was tough—like untangling a knot that’s been tightening harder and harder for years. Yet, in the untangling, I found something I didn’t know I’d lost: treasured parts of myself.
This year gave me the sweetest year of my 20s so far—not because it was free of struggle, but because I finally stopped floating through life like a stranger in a crowded room.
I no longer felt like I was drifting in a world of people I couldn’t quite reach. Instead, I landed firmly in myself. Every room I found myself in I belonged wholesomely!
When we come home to ourselves, the hurts don’t linger for long. They knock, but they don’t unpack their bags.
The people-pleasing begins to crumble, piece by fragile piece. And you learn, slowly but surely, how to stand still in your truth even if you’re the only one standing.
I’m not afraid to speak anymore—not to fill silences, but to honor them. Not to prove myself, but to share myself. I’ve learned how to relax and trust, even when the world outside feels uncertain. Even when my wallet holds nothing but its own emptiness, I am not afraid. There’s a calm that rises from within, a sense of being held by something greater than the momentary struggle.
I struggled to get here. I questioned everything even God. I read and I sought answers.
Coming home to oneself is an act of reckoning. It’s holding a mirror up to the person you’ve become and asking, “Who am I when no one is watching me?” It’s peeling back the layers you’ve adorned to survive, to please, to fit, and daring to confront the blatant rawness beneath.
This year, I learned to sit with that rawness. To hold my edges of deep grief for the choices of the past—the jagged and the tender.
To honor my pauses as much as my wins. There were moments when the world outside demanded more: louder voices, quicker answers, shinier versions of who I might be. But I chose, again and again, to be comfortable in my comfort zone and not seek what isn’t lost. I failed many times but I started again on this journey home to me.
Because when I came home to myself, I realized that home is the presence. Taking my mistakes and dreams like tender seedlings, planting them carefully better.
Coming home to myself feels like a long exhale, like taking mint tea at the end of a grueling day. Soothing, grounding, real. It’s realizing that I don’t need to always run to be worthy, to give to be seen, or to fix to be loved.
I am enough—as I am, where I am.
The questions remain—Who am I becoming? What do I carry forward?—they no longer feel like weights.
2024 taught me that coming home is about learning to stay as well because most of us hate staying inside of us. It is too shallow or wicked so we seek noises, busyness to fill us up because confronting your rawness irritates you. You hate seeing yourself in the mirror so you run and antagonize everything that you are. Instead learn to trust that even in the dust, the quiet, and the uncertainty, there is beauty. And there is you.
Cheers to this year, and to the years ahead. May we all find the courage to come home to ourselves—and to rest there.
- What does home feel like for you?
- What have you discovered in the quiet moments of introspection?
- And most importantly, who are you becoming?
2024 was not perfect, still, it gave me the most honest, tender parts of me, in its quiet, steadfast way, a continuation of my story to becoming the most insane version of me.
May we always return not to a place per se but to the truth of who we are no matter how far we wander in this world. Happy New Year!
Warmly,
your fav thinker. Win!
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These days I do not seek busyness and noises, I have learnt to accept my rawness 😩