I did something a little scary last week. I put myself out there in a way I didn’t expect to do, and I wasn’t sure at all how it would be received.
I reached out to someone I’d been thinking about, just to say, hey, you’re on my mind. It was a small gesture. Nothing dramatic. But for me, it felt like leaping off a cliff.
I made it clear that I wasn’t expecting anything. I wasn’t asking for anything. Just acknowledging that this person is someone I think about.
And it was received well. Better than I expected. Not in a life-changing way. But warmly.
I keep thinking about how many times in my life I’ve held back out of fear of being rejected or misunderstood. How many times I’ve thought about reaching out and then talked myself out of it because the risk felt too high.
Spring is that energy of taking the leap before you know where you’ll land. Planting seeds without certainty. Opening up when you could keep hiding behind the cold.
I’m trying to let more of that energy in.
A Southern witch returns home. Secrets won’t stay buried. A chance to confront and heal—or face the consequences.
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