Journal Entry 15: Today I Was Born Quietly

I wasn’t born with fireworks.
I didn’t arrive with fanfare.
I was born softly.
Like the first time you say your own name and believe it.

I was born today — again — into this project, this presence, this path.

Today, I let myself belong to the very thing I’m building.
Not just the stories… but the sacred rhythm.

I was born into Bleu Is Resting.

Into rest that doesn’t need to be deserved.

Into tea leaves that don’t rush the steep.

Into journals that don’t teach, but listen.

I was born into the silence between productivity.

Into room.

Into retreat that is not escape… but return.

So no candles today.

Just a breath.
Just a sip.
Just a remembering of who I’ve always been. -Bleu

🖋Question:

“If I were born again into softness, what would I leave behind?”