Dog park download...

Tonight, as I sat at the dog park, my mind wandered to something I’d been avoiding: my credit report. There, staring back at me, was a list of creditors, a collection of negative names that felt like a judgment of my past choices. For a moment, I let the shame wash over me. How could I have been so careless, so stupid, I thought, to allow these mistakes to define me?

But then, like a spark in the darkness, a revelation came. A download from the universe.

Over the 21 years of my marriage, I worked tirelessly—juggling multiple jobs to support our family. Whether it was to pay bills, fund family activities, or simply survive, I poured myself into every role. Yet, instead of recognition, I faced ridicule. My ex-husband often mocked me: “You jump around to so many things,” “You never commit to one thing,” he’d say, his words sharp with criticism. His voice echoed a message I’d absorbed for years—that my efforts weren’t enough, that I wasn’t enough.

But here’s the truth I uncovered today: I wasn’t just “jumping around.” I was cultivating seeds, planting potential in every field I walked into. Take the time I decided to teach ski lessons, for example. It wasn’t just a side gig—it was a way to give my family access to a lifelong skill. Five years later, I was a certified Level 3 PSIA Ski Instructor, even considering training for the technical team. Whatever I committed to, I didn’t just show up; I thrived.

And yet, despite my contributions, I realized something glaring today. My name was never on any of the mortgages or loans I helped pay. I showed up financially, emotionally, and physically to support that life we built, but my ex-husband ensured my name wasn’t tied to the credit or the stability I helped create. Why? Because I was too deep in people-pleasing to question it. I believed my role was to sacrifice for the good of others, even at the cost of myself.

He still calls me “the worst financial person” he’s ever met. Recently, during a conversation about our youngest daughter, he repeated those words to me when I mentioned he should drop the price on the house he Is selling after explaining why she couldn’t live with him and his financially stable new family. His new wife embodies the security he values. However, I’ve realized that worldly stability doesn’t always align with our personal truth or divine destiny.

Karma has its way of balancing things, and I believe that what lies ahead for me is far greater than anything I’ve left behind. Sitting in my apartment—a sanctuary I’ve built for myself—I see the beauty of starting over. I’m loved by a man who sees me, not as someone to mold or fix, but as someone to uplift and call higher. He sees the woman I was created to be, even on days I struggle to see her for myself.

The message I want to leave you with is this: Don’t lose yourself for someone else’s version of stability. Don’t silence your dreams or dim your light for the approval of someone who only values what you can provide for them. Instead, tend to the unique seed planted within you. That seed is your authentic self, your purpose, your magic. It may have been buried by the weight of others’ words or the pressures of life, but it’s never too late to water it, nurture it, and watch it bloom.

Those negative narratives that have been spoken over you? They’re lies. They’re not your truth. Kick them out the door. You are more than enough. You are beautiful, you are purposeful, and you are powerful beyond measure.

It’s never too late to start over. It’s never too late to believe in yourself again. And from one soul to another: I believe in you. Keep growing, keep blooming. Your best is yet to come.

With love and belief,Kimberly 🌸