Where I'm Going / Journal with F (Patreon)

🌒 A Journal Together: Who Are You Becoming?

Dear patrons, Felksters, if I may,

I want to invite you into a small moment of stillness — just a few minutes carved out from the noise — to ask yourself a simple, difficult, and transformative question:

"What version of myself am I most afraid of outgrowing, and why?"

So often, we rush forward without pausing to ask: Where am I going? Who am I becoming? What do I truly want?

Not just today. Not just this week. But in the deep, distant future — the quiet one that whispers at night when you’re finally alone with yourself.

And so, I ask you:
Who do you want to be?
And how can you begin showing up as that version of yourself — right now?

🖤 My Own Reflection

This question cracked something open in me.
I’m afraid of outgrowing the version of myself who dreams wildly.

That younger self — so defiant, so determined — who made plans and pursued them like fire. Who leapt at the unknown because there was nothing to lose.
Back then, it was easier to dream, even if I was lonely. Sometimes, dreaming was the only warmth I had.

Now, the landscape of my life is different.

I feel the weight of responsibility more each day. Aging parents. The question of home, and whether I’ll uproot my life again. A world shifting in ways we can't predict.
Dreaming now feels more fragile. It feels expensive — like it costs something to believe in big things.

But I’ve realized that this is when dreaming matters most.

I have friends now. Community. My sweet Kitty.
I have reasons to stay, to build, to protect.
And still, I must hold space within myself for that younger version — the dreamer — not to keep her alive, but to let her evolve.

She deserves to grow too.

✍🏽 A Prompt for You

Take 5 minutes and write freely on this:

"What version of myself am I most afraid of outgrowing, and why?"

Don’t overthink. Just set a timer and begin.

You can keep your words for yourself, or share them in the comments — so others can see, feel, and relate. Sometimes, the act of witnessing each other is enough to spark something sacred.

I’m planning to make this a recurring, shared ritual here. A small practice we do together.
I’m even thinking of recording myself journaling for 5 minutes, so you can write along with me — like a quiet companion at your side. Would you like that?

🕯️ Why This Matters

Self-reflection is hard.
It requires honesty, and the courage to sit with discomfort.
But it’s also where we find truth — especially when it comes to loneliness.

Loneliness, I’ve found, doesn’t always come from being without others.
Sometimes, it comes from being disconnected from ourselves — from the parts we’ve buried or left behind in the rush of survival.

This space we’re building together on Patreon... it’s a chance to come back to ourselves.
Not all at once. But slowly.
In good company.

With love,
Felka