I’ve created a space around me that allows for private parts in my life again.
By saying less, showing less, just doing the thing, I’ve carved out this undisturbed space where I feel inspired — and where I can be true to my own creativity again.

Do you have to show?
Do you have to tell — for it to count?
Did it happen if nobody saw it?

The less I say I’m this or that, the more I become — in private, in silence.

The less I claim something to be true, the more it proves itself — without me bringing it forward.

The less I outline, the more depth it holds.

The more space I leave unfilled, the more it wants to unfold — and to be told.

The more I put it out here, the less I have it in here.

It’s in the holding back.
The wait a little longer.
It’s in the curious moments, the trust, the respect for the promise.

The magic is in the wait.