Why I’m Here

I didn’t start this because I had a plan.

I started it because I needed a place to put what I was carrying.

Somewhere along the way, life stopped moving in straight lines. There was before, and after, and then there was the long stretch in the middle where things didn’t resolve neatly. I learned that becoming doesn’t always look like forward motion — sometimes it looks like staying.

This space is called Becoming–Still because that’s where I find myself most days: learning how to grow without rushing, how to breathe without escaping, how to live inside the dash instead of trying to leap over it.

The dash matters to me. It’s the space between beginnings and endings — the part that holds all the ordinary days, the laughter, the grief, the quiet strength it takes to keep going. It’s where life actually happens.

Here, I’ll write about simple things that carry more weight than we give them credit for. Bread. Blankets. Words. The kinds of things that offer warmth without asking questions. The kinds of things that don’t fix anything, but help us stay.

This isn’t a place for answers.

It’s a place for presence.

I don’t know exactly what this will become. I only know that I wanted to create something that moves at the pace of real life — slow, imperfect, and held together with care.

If you’re here because you’re tired of rushing, or pretending, or being fine — you’re welcome.

If you’re here because you’re still becoming, and learning how to be still — you’re in the right place.

I’m glad you found your way here.