Tag: Intentional Living
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Bleuprint in the Making — Journal Entry 007
Journal Entry 007: The Win That Wasn’t Measured This week, I stayed tender. I didn’t push through the migraine.I didn’t gaslight my fatigue.I didn’t pretend to be okay on Zoom when I wasn’t. That’s not slacking.That’s sovereignty. I’m done chasing external applause.My body’s “thank you” is the only win I need. 🖋 Question: Name one…
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Bleuprint in the Making — Journal Entry 006
Journal Entry 006: The Boldness I Didn’t Announce I used to think being bold meant being loud.That it had to be some capital-M Moment. But today, boldness looked like saying:“That doesn’t work for me.” And then… not following it with a 3-paragraph apology. The revolution doesn’t always look like fire.Sometimes it’s just one womanreclaiming her…
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Journal Entry 005: When a Whisper Becomes a Wall
I used to think boundaries had to sound bold —“No!” with fists on hips. But lately, my no is a whisper.A breath.A slow blink before I don’t respond. And it’s still valid. Boundaries don’t need to be loud to be real. Sometimes the most powerful thing you do all weekis not explain yourself. 🖋 Question:…
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Bleu Is the Color Of…
By Rowen Aster Bleu is not just hue.It is inheritance, echo, return.It is grief stretched thin into silk.It is every woman I’ve ever been, humming softly beneath my ribs. Bleu is the color of saltwater prayers and unopened letters.To the little ten-year-old girl who had to bury her mother —and face the world alone with…
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BLEUPRINT IN THE MAKING — JOURNAL ENTRY 003
Journal Entry 003: I Am Not a Calendar Entry I once said yes to a back-to-back daybecause I thought being full meant being valuable. But now I feel it in my spine —I am not a calendar entry.I am not a placeholder between bullet points.I am not here to be optimized. Today I cried.Not because…
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“Dreaming with the Ancestors: A Threshold Between Worlds”
“The Woman and the Field”A Parable in Her Voice There once was a woman with skin kissed by the sun, whose dreams wandered long before she did. One twilight night, she found herself standing not in her own bed, but in a mansion she did not remember building, owned by a pale-faced lady whose eyes…
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I’m Not a Brand. I’m Becoming.
There’s a lot of polished gold on the internet.People with “7-figure brands” and matching morning routines to prove it.The Pinterest-perfect desk. The soft launch. The hard hustle, hidden. But what if I told you…I’m still building. Not from scratch — from experience.But even experience has its cracks. I’ve had the title. I’ve had the corner…
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