Listen, baby. Let me tell you something I’ve learned after walking this earth long enough to know the difference between restlessness and a genuine calling.
There’s a particular kind of grief that nobody prepares you for the grief of outgrowing a life that once fit you perfectly. Not because it was bad. Not because something went wrong. But because you’ve changed, and that life hasn’t changed with you. And just like mourning a person, you’ve got to mourn the version of yourself you’re leaving behind.
The Death That Births New Life
You know what they don’t tell you about transformation? It starts with an ending.
There’s a reason the old ways talk about death and rebirth cycles. Before the butterfly, that caterpillar has to dissolve and completely break down into something unrecognizable. That’s not comfortable. That’s not Instagram-pretty. But it’s necessary.
When you feel that pull—and you know the one I’m talking about, that insistent tugging at your spirit that won’t let you rest, that’s not random. That’s your soul telling you it’s time to shed some skin. Time to clear out what’s dead so something living can take its place.
Moving in Silence is Moving in Power
Now, I need you to understand something important: You don’t owe anyone an explanation for your evolution.
I know you see people broadcasting every thought, every plan, every dream before it’s even taken root. But baby, some seeds need to germinate in the dark. Some magic needs to be worked in private. Not because you’re being secretive or ashamed because you’re being protective of something precious and still forming.
When you’re manifesting, when you’re calling in a new reality, you’re working with energy. And energy is real, whether people want to believe it or not. Other people’s doubts, their fears, their projections of what they think you should do—all of that is energy too. And it can absolutely interfere with what you’re building.
Move in silence. Not because you’re hiding, but because you’re honoring the sacred work of becoming.
When Clutter Becomes a Cage
Here’s something else: That feeling you get when you look around and suddenly everything feels too heavy, too much, too cluttered? That’s not just about physical stuff, though it often shows up that way first.
Stagnant energy accumulates. Old relationships that have run their course but you’re still dragging along out of obligation. Jobs that stopped feeding your soul years ago. Habits that used to serve you but now just keep you small. Belongings you’re holding onto because of who you used to be, not who you are now.
All of that builds up like spiritual plaque, blocking the flow. Blocking the blessings. Blocking the magic you’re trying to work.
When you start feeling the urge to purge, to simplify, to clear out—honor that. Your spirit knows what it’s doing. It’s making room. You can’t call in the new while you’re still clutching the old with both hands.
The Privilege and the Practice
I want to acknowledge something real: The ability to make big changes, to move, to shift your life—that requires resources not everyone has. I see you, and I know that’s a privilege that shouldn’t be taken for granted.
But here’s what I also know: Manifestation isn’t just for people with money in the bank. The inner work of clearing dead energy, of honoring your feelings, of protecting your peace—that’s available to all of us, regardless of circumstance. Sometimes the biggest shifts happen entirely on the inside, in how you hold yourself, in what you refuse to accept anymore, in the boundaries you finally set.
Do what you can with what you have. That’s always been the way.
Trust the Wisdom of Your Discomfort
You know what’s wild? We’ve been conditioned to override our instincts. To talk ourselves out of what we know. To feel something clearly and then immediately start questioning whether we should feel it.
If you’re feeling called to distance yourself from certain people, that’s information. If you suddenly can’t tolerate environments that you used to accept, that’s growth. If you need more silence, more solitude, more time with your own thoughts—that’s your spirit trying to recalibrate.
These aren’t problems to fix. These are answers to prayers you’ve been praying, sometimes without even realizing it.
You’ve been asking to grow. You’ve been asking to evolve. You’ve been asking to step into your purpose. Well, baby, this is what that looks like. It looks like discomfort. It looks like disruption. It looks like deliberately choosing the unknown over the familiar.
Becoming Who You’re Meant to Be
The truth is, who you’re meant to be has been inside you all along. But she’s been buried under expectations, obligations, other people’s needs, old stories about who you’re supposed to be.
Every time you honor a feeling that tells you to release something, you’re excavating. You’re digging her out. You’re removing the debris so she can finally breathe.
This isn’t about becoming someone new. This is about becoming more fully yourself—the version that’s been waiting patiently for you to make space for her.
The Practice
So here’s what I want you to do: Start listening to yourself like you would listen to someone you deeply respect. When you feel that nudge to let something go, don’t argue with it. When you feel called to protect your energy, don’t apologize for it. When you need to move in silence, don’t let anyone make you feel like you’re being secretive.
Clear the clutter—physical, emotional, spiritual. Make space deliberately and with intention. Trust that nature abhors a vacuum, and when you create space, the universe will fill it with what’s meant for you.
And most importantly: Trust the timing of your own unfolding. You’re not late. You’re not behind. You’re right where you need to be, making the decisions only you can make about a life only you have to live.
The grief is real. The fear is real. But so is the calling. And baby, when your spirit calls, the bravest thing you can do is answer.
With love and wisdom,
Your Auntie
P.S. — Keep your magic close. Protect your peace fiercely. And remember: The caterpillar doesn’t announce it’s becoming a butterfly. It just does the work in the darkness and emerges when it’s time.
