It’s my own fault, although, I’m trying to have grace. Leaving an almost 10 year relationship, with kids, isn’t exactly a walk in the park.

I feel like I’m relieving those 4 months that really solidified that I needed to leave. It’s almost like Groundhog Day. The same conversations and arguments that go unresolved. Almost in the exact same order that they happened last year.

So I’m changing my content to hopefully rewire my thinking.

There was a season where I wrote to understand what I was living through.
To name things that didn’t feel right.
To make sense of the quiet discomfort I couldn’t ignore anymore.

Those words were honest. They were necessary.
But they were also written from a place of survival.

And I’m realizing now—I don’t want to live there anymore.

Lately, something has been shifting.
Not overnight. Not perfectly.
But steadily.

I’ve stopped asking, “What’s wrong here?”
And started asking, “What do I actually want?”

That question changes everything.

It turns my focus inward.
It moves me from analyzing the past to creating something new.
It asks me to take responsibility—not for what I’ve been through,
but for what I choose next.

So this space is changing with me.

Wild & Rooted isn’t going to be about what I’m trying to leave behind.
It’s about what I’m growing into.

It’s about rebuilding a sense of self that feels steady and true.
It’s about choosing peace in small, everyday ways.
It’s about learning to trust my own voice again.

There may still be echoes of the past here—because healing isn’t linear,
and growth doesn’t mean forgetting.

But the center of this space is different now.

Less unraveling.
More becoming.

Less questioning my worth.
More living like I believe in it.

This isn’t a perfectly packaged transformation.
It’s real, and it’s in progress.

But it’s intentional.

And for the first time in a long time,
I’m not just trying to understand my life—

I’m starting to build one that feels like mine.