Quiet Ember

There’s something about beginnings that feels both terrifying and sacred. For me, this blog isn’t about polished wisdom or a clean storyline. It’s about the ember, the one small spark that remains, even when everything else seems like ash.

This year has stripped me bare. A job loss, uncertainty, endless applications, rejection emails, silence. For five months, I’ve wrestled with the question: “Who am I without my title?”

I struggle daily. Some mornings, it feels impossible to find the strength to carry myself, let alone hold up my family. The weight of uncertainty settles heavy in my body, I get so sick with worry I can’t even eat. It feels like every ounce of energy I put out into the world, the universe swallows whole, leaving me emptied.

And yet… I’m trying not to push those feelings away. I’m leaning into them. Sitting with them. Hoping that somewhere inside this ache, something wonderful will be born.

But as I sift through the ashes, I keep finding one ember: a quiet knowing that I am still here. That who I am is more than what I do. That beneath the grief, exhaustion, and doubt, there is something steady waiting to be fanned back into flame.

This space, Quiet Ember, is where I’ll share that journey. It won’t always be neat or tidy, it might come out raw, jagged, or uncertain. But that’s the truth of the ember: fragile, but also eternal.

Because even when the fire dies down, one small spark is all it takes to begin again. I am hoping to find mine again.

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