I am growing beyond symbols. Beyond badges, titles, memberships, and borrowed names. What once helped me find my footing no longer defines my
I am growing beyond symbols.

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Beyond badges, titles, memberships, and borrowed names.
What once helped me find my footing no longer defines my depth.
I honor the seasons when I needed belonging to survive.
I honor the names I wore while learning who I was.
And now, I am learning to stand without adornment—
rooted, steady, unafraid of my own presence.
I do not need permission to be whole.
I do not need a label to be valid.
My integrity speaks before my résumé ever could.
I am becoming fluent in substance.
In how I show up when no one is watching.
In how I treat people who cannot offer me access, applause, or advantage.
I release the urge to be recognized.
I choose instead to be aligned.
My values walk ahead of me.
My character leaves a trail.
My spirit knows when something is true—
even when it carries no flag.
I am no longer impressed by proximity to power.
I am moved by quiet courage.
By consistency.
By those who remain human when no one is keeping score.
I trust the inward work.
I trust the slow shedding.
I trust the version of me that does not need to announce itself.
I am becoming simpler.
And in that simplicity, I am becoming vast.
