journal.
you can’t grow into your next life in a space built for your old self.
like it still belongs to a version of you that doesn’t exist anymore?
yeah, me too.
i remember the exact moment i realised my home didn’t fit me anymore.
i’d been going through the motions for months — work, parenting, repeat — when i noticed it: the walls still covered in photos from a life i’d outgrown and a paint colour i hated, a sofa i’d accepted as a gift years ago even though i didn’t like it (sorry mum 🙈), corners cluttered with things i didn’t even like but somehow couldn’t let go of.
it wasn’t just stuff. it was me. past me.
the woman who decorated this space didn’t know who i was becoming.
and it hit me — no wonder i felt stuck. my environment was still holding the old story.
every room, every object, every bit of clutter carries energy — past chapters, old habits, outdated versions of you.but thresholds aren’t bad. they’re invitations.
you get to decide what crosses with you into your next season — and what stays behind.
today, i want you to try this:stand in the doorway of one room in your home. pause.
before your brain starts listing to-dos or judgements… notice what your body feels.
heavy? tense? restless? or light? expansive? safe?
your body knows the truth before your mind does. that’s where we start.
write down what you felt. ask yourself: does this room reflect who i’ve been — or who i’m becoming?that awareness is the first shift.