Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Dear Friend,

Perhaps this is the pivotal moment my life changes—the moment I dare to follow a dream and embody a version of myself that's only existed in secret spaces in my mind and quiet daydreams. A sliding doors moment where I’ve decided to start writing, even if it's just for 15 minutes a day, until this part of me feels familiar and real—like a dance partner I've moved with for years.

This is my first post for A Little Life in Bloom, and I’m feeling a hodgepodge of emotions—excitement, fear of judgement, self-doubt, celebration, apprehension, gratitude, inspiration, hope, and a fullness of the heart, feelings that I haven't felt in sometime... an aliveness, a new part of me is blooming.

There has long been a whisper from within to write, but over time, it began to sound more like a loud, persistent fear—What if I don’t do it? What if I let this call fade away, unanswered?

Then I ask the the ethers, About what? What could I possibly say that would matter? And still, I hear the same simple, calm response: Just write.

So here I am, in a quiet space by the window, the sun setting over the trees, the birds chattering before the dark—letting my internal world spill into the physical one, embracing vulnerability and trusting the process—trusting myself.

I don’t know exactly where this path will lead, I'm not even sure what things I'll write about, but I’m here, writing, letting each word be a step forward, a gentle unfolding of something yet to be discovered.

If you're reading this, it’s not by chance—you’re here for a reason, perhaps you’re standing at the edge of your own beginning leading somewhere that's new and unknown. If so, consider this your gentle nudge—take the step, follow the pebbles in the moonlight. Let’s see where it leads.

Still blooming, always with love
Gwen x



Last updated January 2025