I Choose the Circle That Sees Me 🌿

There’s a moment — sometimes quiet, sometimes loud — when your soul whispers: Enough. And if you’re wise, or simply weary enough, you listen.

📸 Brianna Laren

It always comes to this for me.

A familiar ache.

A lesson resurfacing — this time with a different face, a different name — but the same truth beneath it all:

The right people will never make me feel like I have to earn their love.

I used to bend.

Shrink.

Prove.

Perform.

Hoping that if I was soft enough, supportive enough, spiritual enough… they’d finally see me. Love me. Include me.

But I’ve outgrown the performance of being palatable.

I’ve reclaimed my worth.

I’m earning my own love back.

What I need — what I deserve — is a village that sees me.

All of me. The mess, the magic, the melancholy.

The softness and the sharp edges. And they love me still.

Unconditional love isn’t always mutual.

Some pour from a sacred overflow.

Others sip, then slip away when they’re full.

And so I retreat — not from resentment, but from revelation. From sacred self-protection.

I’ve come to honor the beauty of a circle that mirrors soul, not ego.

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Women who fix crowns without fanfare.

Who love without conditions.

Who don’t weaponize distance, or depth, or discernment.

Women who don’t judge or throw stones from glass houses.

Who walk in grace and communicate in love.

Yet I also know — I must be what I seek. I must embody the grace, the integrity, the truth I say I want. Speak with care and mindfulness.

That’s the zenith. The highest point. This journey is no longer about being chosen. It’s about consciously choosing women who see truth and honor it. Who stand rooted in wholeness, not illusion.

And so here I am again.

Lesson learned.

Red Flags.

Stillness.

Silence.

Reset.

Breathe.

Refocus.

Not as punishment.

But as prayer.

As preservation.

As preparation.

Retrograde season is here — and with it, a divine pause. An invitation to reflect, release, and remember what’s real. ✨

📸 Soul Guidance

I’m no longer chasing love that must be earned.

The right people see me — all of me — and choose to stay. But when they don’t? I no longer beg for belonging.

Because even if they don’t see me… I see them.

And that clarity is a gift.

These lessons are sacred:

🌿 Discipline that honors your soul will carry you farther than any forced momentum.

🌿 Stillness reveals what striving tries to hide.

🌿 Clarity may hurt, but confusion will cost you more.

🌿 Access to you is a privilege, not a guarantee.

🌿 The version of you that no longer performs is the most powerful.

🌿 Discernment is not judgment — it’s protection.

🌿 It’s not rejection — it’s redirection to resonance.

🌿 Love without safety is not love. It’s survival.

🌿 Energy doesn’t lie — even when words try to

So I retreat with intention.

I reset with grace.

I hold myself accountable.

And I protect my peace — without guilt.

This isn’t about blame.

This is about alignment.

Choosing truth over illusion.

Choosing circles that crown with care — not comparison. Choosing to show up whole — not half-loved.

This time I choose the circle that sees me! ✨

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