Personal Reflection
Change never waits for permission—it builds like pressure under the skin. I’ve held myself in, clinging to what felt safe, even as it turned suffocating. There comes a point when staying closed hurts more than opening ever could. That’s the moment of rupture, the crack where transformation spills through. Blossoming isn’t clean or easy—it’s raw, exposed, and dangerous. But it’s also the only way to grow into who you were meant to be.

Reflective Prompt
Where in your life are you still holding yourself tight in the bud? What would it mean to risk blooming?