Inside the Vortex

Everything spun at once.
The plans. The roles.
The version of me I’d worked so hard to maintain.
Pulled apart
by questions
that didn’t have neat answers.

I was inside the vortex.
Where clarity disappears
and only truth remains.
Where noise gets louder
until the soul whispers back,
“Be still. You’re not lost, you’re in motion.”

Alignment doesn’t always feel gentle.
Sometimes it arrives as disruption.
A clearing.
A letting go
of who I thought I had to be
to become who I actually am.

And there in the swirl
I met myself.
Not polished.
But present.
Not perfect.
But aligned.

Because even in the vortex,
there is centre.
There is choice.
There is you.

Rooted.
Rising.
Remembering what matters
and who you came here to be.