It’s Sunday, and it’s been a week. Not a long one, not a bad one—but an intense one.
It’s been a week of realizing who I am and who I want to be. A week of flowing, of feeling, of letting myself sit in my emotions without rushing to disappointment or hiding behind high hopes.
Lately, I’ve been in a tough place. Not because life is hard, not because things are falling apart—but because I’ve arrived at a space I’ve never been in before. I’ve never gotten this far in my healing. I’ve never gotten this far in a friendship. I’ve never gotten this far with my faith. I’ve never dug this deep into motherhood, Bria. And that’s okay.
It’s okay to feel a little weird when you step into new territory, when you grow into a version of yourself you’ve never seen before. Growth is beautiful, but it’s also a lot.
Sometimes, when you’ve always had a rocky start, stepping into something steady feels intense. You carry the marks of who you’ve been, and that makes it easy to doubt yourself. But this weekend, I realized something: it’s okay that I am who I am.
People may think certain things about me—because of my personality, because I move freely, because it looks like I don’t care what anyone thinks. And the truth is: I really don’t. I love being me. I love being Bri.
But what people don’t always see is the other side of me. On the outside, it looks light, fun, easy. Inside, I carry depth, emotion, and what I used to call heaviness. But now I don’t call it heavy in a dark way. Just because I feel deeply doesn’t mean I’m falling apart. Just because I can move through emotions quickly doesn’t mean I’m ignoring what’s underneath.
It doesn’t mean I need to change myself to fit someone else’s version of me.
Because at the end of the day, I am Bria—and it’s messy, it’s fun, it’s hard, it’s real. And sometimes, I forget to give myself credit for how far I’ve come. For all the pain I’ve endured. For all the love I’ve given. For the person I could have been and the person I’m still choosing to be.
There will be seasons where you feel alone. There will be seasons without fixes or easy answers. But there will also be seasons where you just sit. Where you relish in your beauty. Where you look around at your blessings, feel God’s glory in the air you breathe, feel the pressure in your bones, put your toes in the grass, hug your kids, hold your family, and take off your mask.
Sometimes that looks like random dancing, sometimes it looks like tears, sometimes it feels like flying, sometimes it feels like doing nothing at all. But every version of you is worthy.
So let this be your Sunday reminder as you walk into a new week:
Romanticize your life a little—even when it sucks. Bask in your beauty, in your being, in the fact that you’re here. Don’t punish yourself for not feeling like someone else. Don’t shame others for not moving like you do.
There’s nothing wrong with the way you are.
Just sit. Just discover. Just realize the now.
